People protect what they love.~Jacques Yves Cousteau~
Sophie
I was tired of staying in the house. I had become bored of this unending routine. I missed my job, it may not have been the best job, or even my dream job, but I missed doing something with my time. I rarely left the house this days and when I did, it was for a few minutes shopping with my grandmother.
"Sophie" my grandmother called. I knew she was in the kitchen because I could hear the dishwasher running. I got up, taking a moment to put on a sweater.
She probably wanted to berate me for staying cooked up in the house.
"Go out" she kept saying "link up with your friends and stop mopping. Have fun"
"I'm not mopping" I would retort
"Then what are you doing? Nursing a heartbreak? Darling, go dancing, you may find it will
