“Unveiling Resilience: How Monika Dutt’s ‘My Rock’ Transforms Heartbreak into Strength”
After the nurse’s, office it is time to gather your bags. When we get to the car, you quickly turn towards me, eyes moist, and grab my arm. Your slender fingers form an indent along my skin.
“Please Ma, don’t leave me here.”
I try brightness: “This is going to be so fun!”
I try to appeal to adventure: “You are going to love the canoe trip!”
I try to appeal to guilt: “I’d like some time to myself too.”
Nothing works. You reluctantly take a bag as I hand it to you. You still do what I tell you to do, usually, with your trust in me and sense of obedience to authority. We take your bags and walk along a short stone path to the grass where a circle of kids is sitting with your counsellor. The counsellor has long brown hair pulled into a ponytail and a tattoo of a rose on her left shoulder. She smiles at you.
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