~Jess~“Ma’am Sarah, you need to eat some food before you leave,” Olga, our loyal hiousekeeper tells Sarah, who just got down the stairs, already in a crystal-laced red dress, ready for the day’s event.“Olga, I’m not hungry,” she says, looking at Olga and frowning. “Why are you not dressed?” Then she looks around and spots me still in my house clothes. “You all must be joking. Why am I the only one already dressed for the event? Can’t you see the time? its almost noon!”She slumps on a nearby sofa, looking sad, and I hurry over to her. “Don't be saddd,” I draw out.“But you’re not even dressed,” she whines. “Aren't you stylists already upstairs waiting? Why are you still here?”Truth is, I thought it was too early to get dressed. So, I spent a large chunk of my morning going around the house, reliving memories, and maybe saying my silent goodbyes as I start to count the days before I leave home.Sarah turns to Olga, who is carrying a tray cointaining sarah’s food. “Jess, can you plea
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