“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
For a brief second, I almost smile. Your mind likely flipped through possible options: You don’t want to break a bone because you want to play basketball. You don’t want to bleed too much, as that could be dangerous. Food poisoning is a good option: likely short-term symptoms but would achieve your goal of escape.
Mac gives you the phone.
“Ma. Please come get me. Please.”
You are crying. You never cry like this, with distress, with loneliness, with desperation. I can feel the sobs you are breathing through, the weeping that beats from your core. I want to teleport you beside me, into this warm, aromatic restaurant, so I can pull your thin body into a deep embrace.
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