It wasn’t long before Gabby suddenly burst into my room one morning and told me to get ready, because we were going to meet her parents.
It was a Sunday, usually the time when all her family gathered and spent quality time together.
“Is it okay for me to visit randomly?” I asked, nervous as hell. After all, my experience with adults had been less than ideal up until this point in my life, so it was only natural for me to feel that I was going to be treated the same way my parents treated me.
“Kyra, you need to stop comparing every adult to your parents, only then will you be able to overcome your fears.” Gabby reassured me, understanding the root cause of my hesitation without me even having to word it out. “Now, come on. My mom must have cooked up and entire feast for you.”
Even though Gabby’s reassurance helped me immensely, the seeds of doubt still lingered.