In the following days while waiting for news from the doctors, I and my daughter went together shopping, a day out or simply having a good time and enjoying the late summer.
Me and my daughter, spend our last days together in happiness.
Like we used to do in Thailand.
Enjoying our days, feeding the horses and other animals nearby the house, enjoying the visits of Karel Vandervorst and his daughter Maryssa, and other friends.
Sometimes sit at a bar with my brother and his wife and enjoying a drink.
Sitting on a horse carriage at home
A horse carriage at home
Looking at an open field.
Greeting the cows in the field.
Having fun with an entertainer in the streets.
Posing with an entertainer.
Feeding a horse in the field.
Having fun with a donkey.
Looking at the fat Belgian chickens.
A big Belgian watermelon.
A tomato as big as my hand.
A watermelon as big as my arm.
Having fun with a donkey.
Eating “Rijstepap” (rice pudding) at breakfast.
Having a drink at the market with Luis and Mina.
During our stay in Belgium, Karel VanderVorst came to visit us a few times and my daughter went a few times to stay at his home.
Like we used to do 16 years already, we said “Good night” to each other.
That was a kind of ritual that we created at home.
Even when she was on a trip or visiting somebody, we never skipped a night without that ritual.
We used to greet each other also “Good morning”.
But as my daughter used to stay in bed long time in the weekends or the holidays, that greeting was skipped many times.
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