Dank je wel, mamma. Dank je wel, pappa. Ik denk nog elke dag aan jullie.
Today is a grey, rainy day. On days as this I miss my mother’s home.
It’s hard for me to accept that I haven’t seen my mother in exactly eleven years. The sadness I used to feel is very different now. I find myself wondering what she would think of who I am now, how she would feel about my place in life. Whether she’d be proud and what she thinks I should improve.
Joasia and I are currently spending the day with her mother and her mother’s friend. Both are older and are peppering us with useless information. I don’t understand either of them so Joasia is taking the brunt of the annoyance. Looking at her deal with it is interesting since I will never know the privilege of getting annoyed at my mother or rolling my eyes at her insistence of sharing silly info with me. It makes me envious and sad.