I would write the essay to a middle-aged woman who ran a B&B in England, along with raising sheep for a living. The house was quite elegant and old, and I felt like the owners had fallen on hard times, that opening the B&B was a necessity, not a choice. Her clothes were of good quality, but not the latest style. She was polite but rather cold and aloof, no friendly chatter, no smiles. I felt like she was hating having to cater to strangers in her home, but knew she had to do it. It may have been humiliating to her to have to bring in money to the family by bringing strangers into their surroundings.
Letter to a Stranger: Essays to the Ones Who Haunt Us
I would write the essay to a middle-aged woman who ran a B&B in England, along with raising sheep for a living. The house was quite elegant and old, and I felt like the owners had fallen on hard times, that opening the B&B was a necessity, not a choice. Her clothes were of good quality, but not the latest style. She was polite but rather cold and aloof, no friendly chatter, no smiles. I felt like she was hating having to cater to strangers in her home, but knew she had to do it. It may have been humiliating to her to have to bring in money to the family by bringing strangers into their surroundings.