Miss it...

I've been staying with an old lady since Monday. She is adorable, and the most unselfish person I know. She doesn't eat dinner, because the older people believe in having their 'dinner' at lunchtime, but every night since I got here, there was a cooked meal waiting for me. Tonight she insisted on rubbing ointment on my sore feet! I felt so very bad, but she says it makes her happy. So I bit my tongue and let her be.

But, yes there is a but.

I miss home. I miss open doors and windows. I miss doing my own thing when I get home. I miss standing in front of my cupboard, wondering what to wear. And I miss my sister, and the four year old!

Sjoe, I can't breathe in this house, I feel so closed up, if you know what I mean?

But its good to be able to help someone....


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