שְׁלִישִׁי
A woman was sitting just outside the building, waiting for someone who would determine her fate that day.
She is asking for help.
Financial assistance.
She told a story about her daughter.
“she’s starting to hurt us.”
“she needs medication.”
“she’s now in a psychiatric ward.”
“her medicines are lacking.”
“i already miss her”
Her eyes were watery as she tried to tape the words she effortfully shared.
A mother’s love was seen.
A listening ear was the only thing I could offer.
Bipolar depression.
💙🎶