“I am going to kill myself when I get home,” said the lady next to me quietly on the phone.
And while I tried to nestle sideways, cramped on the waiting room couch, that inner voice of mine said, ” What if..what of this…what if…?”
Thusly, once space cleared a little more, I gathered courage, sat down in front of her unassuming, and asked, “So is it true what you said? Are you really going to kill yourself?”
Thus occurred the beginning of a new friendship.
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