Caroline

Caroline

"Do you want this?" 

"No, the other one. I am allergic to peanut butter," Josephine replied with a smile. 

I wonder why she still looks so malnourished even after I have made it upon myself to stock her up with different food items.

"Are you okay with that?" I asked and she nodded. 

She looks older every time I saw her. She could probably be around 50 years but now she looks way older than that. Something around 60, 65 years. 

"How old are you, Josephine?" I finally asked her immediately we sat to eat. I have had much guessing about her age that it always seem as though that was the only thing that was on my mind these days. 

Josephine looked up from her food and stared at me with a look that I couldn't quite decipher. She doesn't seem offended nor does she seem pleased. 

"It's fine if you don't feel comfortable talking about it to me," I quickly chipped in before taking a mouthful munch of my salad.