Guidance

The first time I stepped into her office, she asked me about my family. I told her about my sister and father. She asked about my mother, because every child has a mother. I told her she died. She didn’t know better, so it was fine.

The next time I stepped into her office, she asked about my family. I told her about my sister and father. She asked about my mother, because every child had a mother. I told her she died, and that I was having some trouble coping. She probably just forgot, so it was fine.

The last time I stepped into her office, she asked about my family. I told her about my sister and father. She asked about my mother. That was when I realized, I was just a face without a name, a number on a sheet, a 15 minute appointment to check off a list. I just told her “she was fine”.

This was when I realized, I didn’t need a guidance counselor, I just wanted a friend.

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