The Day Joan died, it rained heavily through the night. Slowly and steadily, the water poured washing away every hurt, every pain and Joan's tears.
I remembered it like yesterday...
it was strange to experience such heavy downpour especially at the end of summer but the downpour was a way for heaven to commemorate with the earth.
I lay on my bed for the longest time ever, trying to wrap my head around doing the right thing. For this morning, I decided I was going to come clean to Archie about what happened between me and his brother Samuel since Joan and I had a confrontation this morning.
I finally pulled myself out of bed and set about my morning duties. Activities around camp have reduced a lot because camping was already over so we had less to worry about each day. While I went
