I have never thought there will be someone taking care of me.
I always took care of others and for myself I have never relied on someone else. By now I realized it’s so tiresome to be the only one carrying sweets in my purse, making good jokes or smiling when I’m feeling down.
As surprisingly as it may seem it actually feels nice to feel vulnerable when there’s someone watching over you.
These days little things like receiving undercover biscuits at my desk at work or a medicine that sparkles in my hot chocolate cup are bringing me happiness. I have to be willing to see and accept them.
P.S. On day 24 I got my undercover biscuits and I also got tea in the official mail from a dear friend :>