Imagine that you are Stuffy Pete. Write about your thoughts the next day when you wake up in the hospital.

I can't imagine how much i ate last night. And how come the Old Gentleman get in the hospital too? i can't believe he hadn't eaten a thing in three days? He hadn't eaten for saved money for last night 's dinner? Then how kind he could be? Did he do that every year just to make me happy? What a great men he is that keep this tradition. Watching his lined on his face, i feel sad about his loneliness. Maybe he really need someone in this special evening to eat dinner with him. But how will he feel about my over-eating? He must be dissapointed. I should go to see him right now. Hopefully he is ok. i shoulld preten that i just ill so get in to hospital. i don't want him to know the truth. He is the one that i very respect in my life.