Write On: Fair Week

by Kiersten Flaig, College English 12, Mrs. Didrikson

I open the heavy wooden door and my nose is overwhelmed by the sterile smell of a hospital and freshly brewed coffee. As I walk into the Roseau Manor I am greeted by a familiar wrinkly face smiling at me. Before I can pass her to clock in, she is already asking me about my weekend. As I tell her what I did with my friends that past weekend I see her eyes light up and she flashes me her dentures. I was late to clock in after that but it is okay, because I made her day by sitting down and talking with her. I hurry to the dining room to start...