A Letter from a Homsi Mother to Her Daughter Living Abroad

Dear daughter,
I write to you a few words in order for you to know that I am writing to you. So if you get this letter from me, it will be a sign that it reached you. If it did not reach you, would you please tell me so I could send it again to you? By the way, I am writing to you very slowly for I know that you cannot read quickly.
Recently your father read a research paper pointing that most of the accidents take place a few kilometers away from our house and that it is why we decided to move into another apartment. The new house is really nice, there is even an automatic washing-machine but I do not know whether it is working or not. Yesterday I put some laundry in it and I pulled the thread above it and the whole thing disappeared in a hole. I guess that I need to read the instructions to know how it works but I cannot find that instruction booklet.
The weather is really nice around here. It rained here last week only twice. The first time was for three days and for four days for the second time!
As for the coat you were looking for, we were able to find it but your uncle says that it is expensive to send it to you for it is quite heavy because of its metal buttons, and that is why we removed the buttons and put them the coat's pocket.
By the way, your father got a new job after waiting for so long where 500 people are under him. He takes care of the grass in a nice graveyard next to the house.
Your younger sister got married and now she is expecting something really nice to come but we do not know whether it is going to be a boy or a girl; that is why we are not sure whether you will be an uncle or an aunt! Your sister said that in case it was a girl, they would name her after me. So strange! This is the first time I hear that people could name their daughter, Mother.
Your brother got us into a trouble two days ago. He forgot his keys in the car and had to go back home to get them to unlock, otherwise I had to wait inside the car for the next day.
With Love
Your Compassionate Mother
P.S. I wanted to put some money in the envelope for you but I remembered to do so after I sealed it.