tell the retarded girl that lives next door to me that I can't talk to her everyday before work because it makes me late

This is a really sad story. L.’s uncle lived next door to me, and he was watching L. during the day when her father went off to work. Well, for the past few months, the ambulances kept coming by to pick him up. It got really bad. My neighbor said that she was going over there to help him clean up and stuff, and that there were messed underwear on the floor because he couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom. Anyway, he’s gone now, rest his soul. I haven’t seen L. for two months now, and I am not sure I will see her again. So. Well. Goal over. Sucks.

I have learned something about this one…

she really is just waiting for me to say “I love you, L., but I really need to go now.” She likes the I love you part, and will smile big and frolic away. I got out in 2 minutes today.

but I can’t stand the fact that I am running late – lost my keys again – and I’m running out the door, and there she is. She looks forward to seeing me so much, and I try to rush her, but she just has to tell me one more thing and one more thing. And she says that I am “like a sister to her” and “her best friend” and I can’t tell her that sometimes I want to be alone and other times I need to get to work on time.