Everytime I think I just might be getting hungry, someone hands me a second breakfast… or another cookie. No matter how hard I try, they always seem to find me with some food. I’m afraid for next week when I leave the boat and return to my family. Will someone feed me two breakfasts per day? No. Will someone follow me around work and say “wanna cookie?” No.
My life is about to become very hard.
Darren, Canada
