"We have been through several stores now and you haven't picked a single thing," Bastian whined, arms laden with parcels in every size and color imaginable.
He was well and truly a pack mule.
Levi was dancing around in front of us, an ice cream firmly gripped in his hand. His face was covered in the white substance. Christine was trailing along beside him, wiping furiously at his face whenever she got the chance. The boy protested every time she dared bring the wipe close to his face.
Watching them do this little dance was amusing.
"Because I don't need anything," I told him, even if it was a lie.
I needed everything. Starting over with just the clothes on my back and the clothes they had bought me was difficult. Most of the clothes they had selected weren't remotely my style. Once up
