“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
I feel as helpless now as I did then.
“What is it Kail? Why don’t you like it?”
“You’re not here. Ma,” you sob. “I miss you.”
Maybe it’s that simple. You can’t name an event that triggered this visceral reaction you are having. You just know it, with every aching cell in your body.
“Hey…how about if you stay the week, we can pick up the shoes you want on Friday.” I am willing to bribe you at this point.
“I don’t want the shoes,” you say fiercely. For once, material goods, even expensive shoes, mean nothing. “I want to be with you. I want to go home.”
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