Great to hear from you, Arara Azul! I posted on the goiaba dilema a few days ago. Do you know what is worse than finding a worm in your goiaba? (Finding half a worm!)
Sundays were hard for me too, especially those going home weekends! I think it was so obvious, to me, that I was alone. I was one of the kids whose families lived too far away to go home on "GHW," and if I was unlucky enough to not get invited to join another family, I spent the weekend feeling sorry for myself. It was pretty hard, as there were only a few of us, and it would go from 6 or 8 tables in the Refei down to 1 or 2 at the most, and I never felt more unloved than those days. It wasn't anyone's fault...just a fact of life.
As much as I looked forward to being surrounded with people again, returned from "going home weekend," the sadness only multiplied when I saw the happy faces of kids who had been lavished upon, their cups filled up. Looking back, I was full of envy, and though I know it was a sin, I couldn't help but think it was more than that--unfair, cruel. Well, it was life, and I learned to cope. I stuck my head in a book--usually Nancy Drew, and read my way through most of our little library. Poor Aunt Velda must've read through my sob stories on overdue books, but she always let it slide "this time!" She was such a softy, deep down!
Well, I don't know who you are, but I love a great mystery, so keep it comin' friend! We have our "listening ears on" as Aunt Gill would say! I've got M&Ms for brain pills, so if you need one to get the juices flowin', let me know!!