Chapter 21

"Hmmm..that's what all women say." he took a step back walked off to the couch. "I'm not like all women." Being homeless taught me not to be picky. I'm thankful for everything I get. Some people have it worse than I do so why complain when I can be grateful? "I'm starting to realise that," he said, looking into my eyes. He broke eye contact with me then cleared his throat, "You've been on your feet for a few hours. You should get some rest. We're having dinner with my mom and stepdad later." "It's okay. I'm used to being on my feet all day." He shook his head, "Yes, you are. But now you don't have to be on your feet all day anymore, you have a nice comfortable bed with silk sheets that are waiting for you to lay in it." he looked down at my feet and frowned, "Your feet is swollen. You need to lay down." I was used to my feet being swollen. It didn't pain me anymore, or I've just gotten used to the pain. I never made a big deal about it before, and now here he was, a stranger, telli