It was a dark, rainy morning. You know, the kind that makes you want to pull the covers over your head and go back to sleep. But it was too hot to have the covers over her head!
She remembered her son’s whine last night that he didn’t have any friends here and he used to have so many “back home.” It reminded her that she could say the same thing about herself.
The next thought that slipped in was that all she had ever really wanted was a home of her own with nice neighbors, a minivan to get the kids to Little League and ballet lessons, and money enough to go to a Tupperware party occasionally. Now she had a rented home in the tropics, neighbors that don’t speak her language, a 15 year old car, no Little League or ballet lessons for the kids to go to, and no Tupperware parties within 5,000 miles!
