Ubuntu

I met you for the first time two days ago. You told me that your brother was dying, that your father had lung cancer, that your daughter was in critical condition from a car accident. Right now, all happening at once. Your eyes filled with tears as you talked to me at the nurse’s station. You swallowed all those tears back but the sorrow does not go away. How can it? You’re the strong one. You’re the one with the answers . And you’re scared.

I met you for the first time two days ago. Here’s my shoulder to cry on.

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