Note to reader: The following post is about me talking about my own life. I am not trying to make anyone feel sorry for me.

Dear reader sometimes I need help even eating. My God-daughter who is 4 and a half was asking me why I was having trouble with the spoon, she then said:

“I will help you auntie” she then preceded to help feed me my Mac and Cheese.

At first I felt bad for having to accept her help, however she just kept smiling at me.

Part of the reason I needed help tonight was because I have to stay on my bed tonight because my dad really isn’t feeling good tonight and couldn’t lift me up twice(Into and out of my chair/bed) and I didn’t want to make an even bigger mess(My hands were even more iffy tonight) on my bed if I tried to do it myself especially given the fact that I am currently laying down and not sitting up.

Dear reader as you’re reading this please remember to try not to take the small things for granted