Day Fifteen

I had been alone for a long time in my house.  It had been a month actually, since my housekeeper had gone home.  

I lived cleaning, cooking, gardening, going to the market, prayer meeting, church and sometimes, the village.  

At night I checked email and read books online.  Sometimes I saw my parents on Skype, and talked to them.  'What are you doing for fun?  Do you have any friends?' Dad would ask me.

One day at prayer meeting a lady asked me to come over for supper that week.  I went, and for the first time, I felt at home with other people in the town.  

She had two house guests staying with her, an older woman and a young man.  That week I rode my bicycle after dark for the first time coming home from supper.