Letter from Home?

December 3, 1982: Today we received a letter from San Francisco and a card for my Tia's birthday. Sometimes I think my mother doesn't know I'm not a little girl anymore. Yes, I know Argentina is certainly not anything like the United States! I know,too, that I shouldn't mind it when people comment on my accent. It's not Argentinian anymore and it's not exactly American, either. It's something, but I don't know exactly what yet.
Glad too that my mother sent my aunt some money for her birthday. Poor woman! She feels so insecure these days without my uncle! Just like a ship without a captain.