Being Cared For
It’s hard living alone. Much less moving to a foreign country all by yourself. There’s no one to help in the day-to-day life. Whether carrying groceries, or picking up pharmacy meds, or just making sure I’m ok. Let’s not even think about the having fun parts of life. So it’s always a joy to have visitors that care for me. In December, my siblings. They insisted on me buying “extra” things- the drinks or pantry staples I don’t buy because I don’t have the strength to carry home. Instead they split carrying all the extra products between themselves and ensured they left me with a well stocked pantry. They refused to let me carry most of the groceries on that trip, citing that I had to carry it alone every other time they weren’t there. John took it upon himself daily to do the dishes, and generally tidy the house. He knew the others were coming off exhausting college schedules, so he made sure to spend the extra time to do the dishes and clean. Ruth took care to take a pile of .5 ...