I pull out the newest tea towel - a set. She just moved into her first owned house. She took the time and bought me towels - two. For my new life. I miss her voice, but imagine it. As I wipe the droplets of water from the dishes. I miss the tea, the teaching, the friendship. Wrapped in this gift is a 100 memories. I dab the droplet that fell from my eye - with the center of the yellow flower.
The kiddos are at the park. I'd doing dishes by hand, no dishwasher. I love the blue soap it makes my dishes sing. A strange ache though. I don't know this view. Nothing is familiar. A tinge of sadness. A smattering of lonliness. Hope I look at my plants, and pour them banana tea...
I moved to a city two and a half hours away. In hopes of a better life, a job. I'm either brave or crazy with four kids in the house. Just one floor of a house a larger rental fee. The plate was from dollar tree the one that burnt down in the city we came from. At the time it made me happy, the plate it probably still does and for now this is our home sweet home
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