Scribbling at Dinner - OTA
When dinner rolled around, Hope found a quiet table away from the main crowd. It wasn’t that she wanted to be alone necessarily, she just wanted some space. It was rather tricky to find around dinner and she knew there was only so long she could have the sort of room she needed.
Setting her food to the side for now, she leaned over a bright yellow legal pad and began to write quickly. It wasn’t lost on her that the holiday season was closing in. It was already almost Thanksgiving and Christmas was right around the corner. She was, for the first time in her whole life, not celebrating those days with her family. She was halfway around the word and while there were some people she would consider “family”, it wouldn’t be the same.
So, she was writing letters. Of course, there was so much to tell and so much she wanted to say that her letters were quickly becoming essays. The first letter she was writing to her parents was already on its second page and she was still writing. She was careful not to mention certain aspects of her work or events that had happened in camp but there was a great deal to share. She paused in the middle of the third page to think, staring off into space.
Setting her food to the side for now, she leaned over a bright yellow legal pad and began to write quickly. It wasn’t lost on her that the holiday season was closing in. It was already almost Thanksgiving and Christmas was right around the corner. She was, for the first time in her whole life, not celebrating those days with her family. She was halfway around the word and while there were some people she would consider “family”, it wouldn’t be the same.
So, she was writing letters. Of course, there was so much to tell and so much she wanted to say that her letters were quickly becoming essays. The first letter she was writing to her parents was already on its second page and she was still writing. She was careful not to mention certain aspects of her work or events that had happened in camp but there was a great deal to share. She paused in the middle of the third page to think, staring off into space.