After getting off the phone, the lady went into the room I slept in. She came out with my suitcase. My hopes were raised, was I leaving? Unfortunately, she went to the kitchen and opened a closet. Inside were a washer and dryer. She was just washing my clothes.
As the morning progressed, the boy tried to play with me. He would bring books over and other toys. He would read to me or tell me about the pictures. Since I couldn’t understand him or read the words, I do not know what he was doing. He would play cars with me, blocks, and we even did some coloring. I wasn’t interested in any of it. Even with the coloring, I just moved the crayons back and forth on the picture.