gigi
I realize I’m pretty late to the party, here (which, to be fair, pretty much sums up my entire life) but this is some bullshit. I’m really sorry, Daisy. I know you and I haven’t had the chance to really talk, but I want you to know I’m with you. You, and Miss Norah. Anything you need, please feel free to let me know. Help cleaning, redecorating, anything. I’m sure if anything monetarily is needed, my parents wouldn’t mind assisting a little with donations, especially since two of their children are residents and one is a volunteer. Please, let me know.
Oh no, it’s okay, I’m usually a little behind on catching up with people anyway so I completely understand. It’s just... I don’t understand why someone would do that, you know? Why they would completely ruin what we had, we were so close to finishing it. But I’m trying not to focus on the why too much, not yet. I just want to get it back to the way it was so we can open it officially. Thank you, Miss Gigi, I really do appreciate that. We’d love to have you help out, there’s still a little bit of cleaning to do before we can go back to decorating it as we were and your help is most welcome. Oh, thank you! That’s very kind of you. Miss Norah and I have it covered though, we’ve been doing this off our own backs because we both feel so passionately about it, but your kindness won’t go unnoticed. Thank you.

















