3 YEARS LATER
Azalea
I bustle around the kitchen, putting together the trays with all my homemade breakfast pastries. Amy came in, holding Abigail on her hip.
“You are a literal angel Lea. Abi was up all night with a tummy ache, so I got no sleep!” Amy said, looking at the breakfast food I had prepared.
“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep again. I just thought I’d work my stress out in the oven!” I told her.
“Girl, you gotta get that whole insomnia thing under control. You’re going to walk into an early grave!” She replied. She took little Abigail over and put her in her playpen and came to help me put out the breakfast buffet.
It has been three years since I came to the Inn. My life is much better now. I’ve gained weight eating regularly; I had curves on my petite frame now. My eyes no l
