It was bright summer morning. She hears the birds are singing, feels the warm cold breeze, and the warmth of the sun that gives life. It was full of new hope, happiness and another new day to live. But for her, it was full of darkness. There were times when she wanted to cry out loud, ask for help, for a nice encouragement, but she can’t do it. There was a feeling of anger, fear, coldness, uncertainty of what lies ahead. She reached out for me; I am the only one she can count on. I can see it, behind that smiling face and those eyes full of hope and great dreams, inside her is a broken heart. Disappointment, anger, fear, shame, hopeful, unhappiness… She does not know what she really feels. She is frightened, as she imagined her dream, that someone said “You are failure!” As I sit with her, both of us staring at nothingness, questions starting to run inside my head. Questions that only one of us, can choose the right path. I do not know what lies ahead for her. I stood up, knowing what to do. I looked at her for the last time with tears falling from her eyes, gave her a smile and a hug. I left the room full of darkness, and grabbed the light outside waiting for me.
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