A week ago, the sister of one of my French conversation partners killed herself. Yesterday, I spent about three hours texting with her about the event, and about her sister, and about herself. She said that talking in English seemed to help her. I was glad to give whatever assistance I could.
In the meantime, yesterday, my daughter learned that a boy she had known in high school had died. Today, I am going down to Virginia to bring her home for the funeral. The round trip will be about eleven hours. I rescheduled my French class, and cancelled my meeting with my mento.
Odd how these things which happen to different people end up affecting my life, and ripple out from there.
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