Sob.

Today I wanted to cry again. Why? Because I ate the very last guava off the tree next to my hut. It’ll be the last fresh guava I may ever eat here in Tchad. And I love guavas from the tree next to my hut, they are extra sweet! I guess co-existing with my series of new things is a series of lasts. My last guava.

But don’t be sad, the mango tree is starting to bloom! :o)