when i think everything around me is crashing down,
he calms my storm.
needless to say, i feel a lot better.
eight days.
which is well needed.
i'm so sick of cleaning poop out from people's finger nails.
it sounds like such an easy task,
but seriously, try getting someone who hates water to soak there hands, and who hates when you touch their fingers to hold still while you clean there nails.
l'arche assistant problemmssssss.
right now, i just fight with a damp cloth. but seriously, it's a sight to see!
me: jay, give me your hand!
jay: NOOOOOOOOO *swats me away*
me: jay, seriously, no one will want to hold your hand if you have poop in your nails,
jay: NOOOOOOOOOOO. *swats me away*
and this continues for like, 20 minutes,
and then, when its done, and he's tried to hit me and push me away,
he looks up at me with his sweet blue eyes and says
"are you okay bebebebbee?"
and it just melts my heart all over again.
my love for him is so deep, i don't even have words for it.
even though i havent touched my essay yet today,
it's a good day
- ella faye
p.s. www.mobro.co/michaeljerome
seriously, do it.
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