She tells stories over and over without realizing it. And she can call the same person twice if not more, for the same purpose. And it makes me sad. Just a little. Because my grandmother was so in control of her life. It's scary.
We're going to Sokhna today, by the Red Sea... maybe I'll find my clarity. I have been praying for clarity. Constantly.
I've been pleading for clarity. Maybe it's true that when you want something so bad you never get it? Or...does the concept of a watched pot never boils apply here? It reminds me of having to wait for someone to be there for me when I hit that man on his scooter.
Please find me?
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