Our flight was cancelled and we had to go back to the city and stay the night at a motel. Everybody is trying to be supportive, and the way to be supportive of me is evidently to bring me food. My mother brought 3 huge salamis. And vegetables. And stuffed chicken. And fruit. And cake. N brought pizza. And something else I’m afraid even to unwrap because it’s too much.
It’s very touching but I don’t eat that much, no matter what people seem to think. I feel like a God who is receiving offerings from the faithful.
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