“I am back.” I called out loud.
“From where? I didn’t notice you were gone,” she answered.
“Oh well, at least she heard me today,” I said to myself, as I stepped into the kitchen.
Have I finally explored the boundaries of my mind? Not really.
Have I found enough courage to talk about the downside of being a housewife? Not today.
Will it be more fun to talk about being a writer? Sounds like it.
Should I stick with a topic that has been bothering me? Not a good idea.
I think I should start breathing life to my storybook characters. And Grandma Glasses is top on my list today.
“Oh look Grandma! There are butterflies in your garden,” said Eunice.