{70} "Hiccups and Crumpled Cups."

"I've already seen one, a therapist. It did help with the thoughts that would haunt me and my... my breakdowns don't happen as often anymore. But I just... I still feel... guilty, the guilt won't go away." I tightened my grip around the warm glass mug.

"That's because you haven't forgiven yourself yet you need to forgive yourself first and in order to do that you need to be convinced that it wasn't your fault. Can you tell me what exactly happened?"

I looked at her for a long time. "I can't, not now, not yet." I replied looking away.

'Because I don't think I can bare being shunned by you too.'

"That's okay, I'm not rushing you. I'll be here to listen when you're ready." She gently touched my hand, I nodded giving her a small smile.

"Good morning!"

"Oh good morning, Sagwa." My mother greeted her making me turn around.

"Good morning." I also said.

"How did you sleep?" Mother asked her.

She smiled. "Oh I slept well, thanks for letting us spend the night."