On Wednesday this week I went to the grocery store and hanging high, there it was.
Jube jubes, separated and packaged by colour.
It was practically a miracle.
what is happy, what is sad?
Was she happy? For periods of every day she was happy, so she must be happy.
living life
The other day my daughter asked me Mom, do you miss writing?
She told me she often shows her friends (this was a surprise) and noticed it has been months since I have written.