Today we went to a restaurant to meet my dad’s best friends, their daughter, her husband and children. As I was getting dressed to go, a mourning dove sat on my windowsill. I like mourning doves best, so I was very happy to see it.
Tomorrow I’m going to see the old ladies. I am excited to see them, and my other aunts too, but I’m sad to leave here now that I’ve finally gotten acclimated.
