So you found me. I’m sitting in my mom’s little office while she’s doing stuff in the secretary’s office. I did a lot of work in and outside their house since Tuesday morning and this afternoon I’ve been in their little building where they have their offices and etc., doing some cleaning. But I’m done and then we’re going to St-Jean so I can take the bus and go back to Montreal again. Thanks for your prayers, I know some of you prayed for me, I appreciate. My time flew by and I did not find myself frustrated or fed up by my mom and her boyfriend’s lifestyle. I had pleanty of time to think as I worked by myself. I really had a feeling of déjà vue though. How many times have I seen movies that portray rich people hiring low-caste people so they’d clean and etc. for them. That’s the way I felt pretty much all the time. It seems that the work I did was not so important or urgent, but I was the little slave cleaning here and there, doing everything I was asked to do. I’ve never really felt that way. I was always part of a team, not working for some higher rank people. I don’t know. I mean, it’s totally fine, I am not their slave at all and I am grateful I can work a little bit and make some money. I just feel that this was just a big joke, an excuse to give me some money. I know it’s not true, it’s just the way I felt. I’m going back home tonight. I’ve had some good thoughts while working, either brushing the patio and feeling like I was on a big boat washing the endless floor, or cleaning the hut from its endless grease and oil. I’ll write about those thought later on, right here is just not the right place to think.