“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
I walk downstairs into their cool basement. I reach the bedroom where you are sleeping and slowly open the door. You do not stir. You do not cough.
I see your duffle bag on the floor and your small, spiral notebook sticking out of the side pocket. I pull it out, knowing I should not be doing this but wondering if you have written anything that might give me a clue to understanding your distress.
The first page: I miss Ma so much. I hate it here. I want to go home.
The second page: The kids here are mean. They laughed when I said “I miss Ma”. Everyone is white. The food and the cabins are cold. I think I’m suicidal.
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