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Anna
The next morning, I went down to the hotel’s tiny carpeted breakfast room in the basement. It was as bleak as I felt inside. I fiddled with the eggs and bacon for a while before giving up on trying to force-feed myself. I wasn’t hungry at all, which was unusual for me in the morning. Happy tourists surrounded me, all bright-eyed and ready for an exciting day of London sight-seeing. There was even a Danish family. My heart sank hearing them talk. The sounds of my own language made me homesick. It made me miss my parents and my sister. A knot in my chest squeezed tighter and made me feel queasy, so I went back up to my room as I could feel more tears coming. How was I going to break the news to my parents that James and I were no longer together? My mom was practically knitting baby
