I don’t tell you all this to let you know that I work very hard, but because you misunderstand too much because of this. […] And then after the ceremony in the morning, I was so cold and chilly just after the operation, I couldn’t even walk. They had to carry me to the car, and carry me to the airplane, carry me up to the staircase and down and up. Because I couldn’t walk, the leg just didn’t move. I took medicine but it takes time, and the anesthetic makes people “crazy.” And it hurt! […] And so, as invalid as I was, I had to put on all the dress and all the makeup in the car, and then made myself become a princess the way you saw, with hair and everything. But you didn’t know how much I suffered then. I just looked good! I looked good for you. […] Yeah. But still, you still demand me for breakfast, for your daughter, for your mother, for anything; still, after you knew. Nobody is sensitive enough to bother. […]
Sometimes, with the refugees’ program, something’s calling, or some promises in some other country, then I have to fly. Or sometimes there’s a disaster somewhere, or something just comes up. So, I don’t really have time. My parents came to see me. I don’t even come see them. […] So actually, I give you more than I give my family. Or at least I give you as much as I can as if you were my family. […]
