and we are perhaps washed away
Here I am with eyes, once more, brimmed with tears, Darling Daughter. You write so well that your words tug at my heart strings - I miss you so much. And your writing is truly as therapeutic for me as it must be for you. Thank you. As soon as I can dry my eyes, I'm going to read this one again.
I have a question though: All of the water coming in? Did it damage all the new plastering and painting that you had already finished? How discouraging that must feel!