The next morning, John woke up to a delicious smell. Caryn was cooking French toast and sausage for breakfast. He put on his glasses, stretched, and sat up. He then said, "Good morning, Caryn. Something smells good." She said, "Good morning, John. I hope you like French toast and sausage." He said, "I love them. It's been a long time since I've had French toast and sausage." She smiled and said, "I'm glad to fix it for you." After a pause, she said, "Good news! I heard on the news this morning that the interviewer who mocked your relationship with me and your facial scar got fired." John said, "That's great news. I thought I heard you turn the TV on this morning." Caryn said, "I did. I thought about waking you up to tell you the good news, but I you looked so comfortable, so I decided to let you continue sleeping." He said, "You could have woken me up. I would've just gone back to sleep." As they sat down to breakfast, John said, "Thanks for getting me through this rough patch, Caryn." She said, "You're welcome, John. I was happy to help." He said, "I'm very sorry for everything you've been through." She said, "And I'm sorry for everything you've been through, too." He then said, "But that's all behind us. We all have our scars, but they don't make us who we are." She said, "That's right. They only mean that we were able to overcome what hurt us."
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Hi, everyone! Antonia here, and this might seem a bit premature, but my 20th birthday will be here before we know it. On March 1, I will be twenty. That's less than a month away.
I'll be honest. I'm not ready to be an adult. Starting March 1, I won't be a teenager anymore. I have less than a month as a teenager. I'll wake up on March 1, and I'll be an adult. I just don't feel ready. Of course, those who are already adults have told me that there's not much difference between nineteen and twenty. I mean, there's nothing I can do on March 1 that I can't do on February 28.
Feel free to send me a birthday message, wish me a Happy Birthday on my wall, or post a picture on my club on March 1. I'm not begging. It's up to you. You can do all of the above if you want. Again, I'm not begging. It's up to you. If you're already twenty or older, feel free to tell me what's it's like. Do you feel like an adult? If so, when did you start feeling like an adult?
I'll be honest. I'm not ready to be an adult. Starting March 1, I won't be a teenager anymore. I have less than a month as a teenager. I'll wake up on March 1, and I'll be an adult. I just don't feel ready. Of course, those who are already adults have told me that there's not much difference between nineteen and twenty. I mean, there's nothing I can do on March 1 that I can't do on February 28.
Feel free to send me a birthday message, wish me a Happy Birthday on my wall, or post a picture on my club on March 1. I'm not begging. It's up to you. You can do all of the above if you want. Again, I'm not begging. It's up to you. If you're already twenty or older, feel free to tell me what's it's like. Do you feel like an adult? If so, when did you start feeling like an adult?