I caught the flu bug with Ria. I hated him.
He's gone now.
But yesterday, I got to Skype a boy in Afrika because of him.
(So maybe I don't really hate him...)
•she woke up late. even though she'd gone to bed early. she slipped her little fingers around her Bible and opened it. yawned, as she read her passage for the morning. Psalm #105. sweet tasting.
then she folded her hands and prayed. she prayed for a boy in Afrika. a girl named Olivia. and the sun to shine. she prayed for someone who doesn't have a washing machine. for a boy named Nat. and orphans she'd never met.
and then she pulled a little knitted green sweater on and put her hair up. there was little pink paper hearts falling all over her pillow. spilling out of her boxes and books. they made her happy.
she wanted coffee in the french press this morning. but Ria wasn't up to make it. so she just pretended. and was satisfied with a cup of tea and Robert Browning.
she went back to her bedroom and cleaned up the paper hearts as best she could.
but she wouldn't lie to herself.
she kind of liked them all over her bed&blankets.
so she stuffed a few in her pillow for good dreams. and sprinkled the rest in a box for later.
then she went to wash her hair over the side of the bathtub using peppermint shampoo.
it was going to be a good day.
over the flu. with hair that smelled like peppermint. and a box of hearts.
a good day.
•
love from Bella.
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