Chapter 23

The final chapter

Chapter 23

 

The rest of my summer was spent like this. I went to a counselor Thursday and my physical therapist on Fridays. Dad always went with me, but most of the time he spent his time waiting for me working on his novel and drinking coffee he brought from home. I sometimes would think about him working it I was waiting. Sometimes I would have to wait while my physical therapist  put things together or while the counselor took notes.

He was always quietly typing, never bothering a soul. I offended wondered what things were like in his mind. While the counselor tried to get a closer relationship with me I tried to tell her more about me and my Dad so she could see how the family had effected me. By now the counselor knew as all like she was a family friend.

As for my physical therapist I had no issues with her, so everything was going good, except at home. Mom kept me under constant watch. I figured she was afraid I would run off, or I would kill my self. One of the things that shocked her was when I asked to go to church with her. I thought she would have a heart attack she was so glad that I wasn’t an atheist anymore. So for the last month of summer I was depressed, in pain and tired, but when I stepped outside, even when the sun was shining I could still feel heaven’s tears falling on me to let me know someone up there cared.

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[Prateeksha Khot]

that is indeed a beautiful end. So often we give up hope and be dejected when something bad happens to us or the person we love. However life must move on and we must learn to accept the situation and try to get on with our lives. It is not possible to completely forget what has happened but we can try to lessen the pain as time moves on, learn to live with the bitter sweet memories. This is specially important to follow for the sake of our loved and near and dear ones even if we feel that it is extremely difficult to do so.