They called me Pinky, instead of my name Phoebe. I was a fragile little girl in an immature body. I was perhaps four years old. One day I became so ill, that I started to hallucinate. My care-giver couldn’t figure it out that my fever was way too high for the sake of it. I stated to sing this favorite Sunday school song. Goodbye, goodbye to you, goodby to you, until another sabbath, I say goodbye to you. After that crumbling episode imagine how scared I was to her. My grandmother stepped in and asked me a simple question, are you leaving, are you dying and a simple word must have brought me back to life.
Today, I worked on my flavors. Home Baked biscuits with store bought Tomato Pesto.
Mind you, these are all new foods that I am testing to see how life can be, feeling upright. Not bad, but for me, I am trying to discover my intolerances to foods I like to eat. I guess I’ll give a better verdict overnight. Off to discover another flavor 🙂