This was a far cry better than the first...vision? dream? whatever it was that had plagued her mind. Mingmei had stumbled from the bathroom, terrified out of her wit, and had crept into her bed. She'd been half-tempted to write home, to tell her parents what was happening to her, but she knew she'd only worry or disappoint them, and she couldn't afford that at all.
Someone either really cared about the person on the other side of that e-mail. They thought far too much about whatever it was that they were reading. She wanted to send a mental e-mail to whomever it was who was worrying about this, that if the other person really cared about them, that it wouldn't matter how the words sounded. The action of a sending an e-mail alone would matter. She wanted to tell them of something her father had once told her, "That a person's strength isn't how brave or how proud they are, it's knowing when asking for help is the best thing to do." It was how she came to be here, as a student, rather than living a half life back home in China.