I
can't
talk to Miss Thomson about it. She's
not very well at the moment and I wouldn't want to worry
her. Besides which, she hardly speaks to me anymore.
She's cross at me for not going to their last
meeting. Well, all these old people - their attention
was starting to get me down. In the beginning,
their concern was reassuring and comforting. I wasn't alone
and as far as they were concerned, I
was special because I was young. Whilst telling me that I was free
to do what I wanted with my life, that didn't stop them from
giving me plenty of suggestions.
One of them
thought
I should get married, another said that I ought to get
involved in humanitarian work, and then someone else
thought that I would be better off in a
convent in order to fulfil my mission.
What mission? They'd be
appalled if they could hear me now. Oh,
that mission. Of course.
Well, even if no-one reads this site
anymore, I think I've already said too much. I'd better stop.
Even so, I'd like to speak to someone
about these doubts I've been having, but he made me promise.
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