As I walk through the halls of St. Collins I realize how raw this place is to me. Iv'e barely explored around this place, I've spent my days at my room and the library collecting information about the cure. I know my mom is desperately looking for it, I know she won't rest until she finds it. But I won't risk it, I'll look for it myself.
I guess it would be good if I explore a little someday. This place isn't bad itself, but just looking at it reminds me of how much I miss my country. In Dominican Republic it never snows, It's warm even in winter. This place is all about snow and cold weathers. It rains pretty much everyday.
As I enter the lunch room i'm instantly reminded that it's Wednesday and on Wednesdays the cook bakes tons of bread. The bread here is called "Caw Pobi" it's kind of like a sweet bread people here in Wales bake. I like it, but it makes me melancholic.
George used to bake that bread when we went to the Oxtrus Home for Elders center. He is whom I miss the most. I need him by my side the most.
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