Friday

  After three nights of blissful relaxation and dreamy afternoons with no babies crying, it was finally time to go back to the House of Moses. We departed in the morning at about nine. I had slept on a bed that the men had brought in since there wasn't enough room anywhere else.
 We had gone to breakfast at eight, and since I had ordered something new every morning I decided to get the french toast because I hadn't eaten it yet. It was a quiet morning and I could tell what everyone was thinking: They didn't want to leave because it was so nice here.
 As we got on the bus, all the staff came out to greet us. We exchanged hugs and handshakes, and I knew that one day I would come back to Waterbury. Several people on our bus were wearing their Waterbury t-shirts that they had bought in the gift shop.

 I sat with Meghan on the way back; which was okay, but at times I wanted to punch her. She was everything Grandma wasn't. She played her music too loud, hummed her favorite songs, stole my belongings and hid them under her butt, and hit me when I told her to shut up and keep her hands to herself.

 On the rest stop, which was the same one as the way there, we took a stretch break and bought some sodas and snacks. We ate our lunch on the bus which was a cheese sandwich and a brown banana.
 Meghan and I, who did not want to eat our bananas, flung them at one another, which made them even more brown. There was a time when I poked her banana so hard it opened and a bruise showed through the skin.
 The rest of the way back was a bore. All we did was read and play games. When we pulled up at the House of Moses at a quarter past six, I was tired and hungry.
 I hugged all of ladies in the kitchen, and then ate some food. After eating such rich food at Waterbury, it was a relief to have chicken and rice and vegetables, a classic. I ate on the couch and talked some, but mostly listened.
 By nine, I was exhausted. I changed into my pyjamas and curled into bed and slept like a stone.