The Day I Broke Down
The building was made of white wood in a cottage like design; it made me warm up inside. It looked just like how I envisioned my small house in the woods, but still, I wasn’t sure if I really wanted to proceed, I had doubts if anything would ever take away the pain. Somehow, I had resigned to learning how to live with it; but I had made a decision of giving people and things a benefit of doubt, so with a sigh, I climbed up the rickety wooden stairs and came to a corridor lined up with white doors. I walked up to the first door, took a deep breath and knocked timidly. “Come in” a soft welcoming voice called out from the inside. My turmoil had led me to this. I spoke the first word and everything about why I was there in the first place came out admits tears and pauses here and there. I recollected the feelings I had buried deep inside my soul in a bid to prevent them from spewing. I relieved every memory that I had of the series of the events that had taken place in a span of
