Depressed

In the coldness of December. There was some suppressed thoughts within her. She was worried. In between shattered thoughts and distracted mind. Their lies her questions about tomorrow. Is she going to find peace? Would life bless her with some unexpected assurances? Her husband was not home, as usual, and not only that night. But, many nights. He travels for work, to make sure that he is able to afford a living for his wife and his 7 year old son.

What was helping her feel better, is the thought that her family was able to provide necessities, while others might not. It might sound a positive way of thinking, but, is it really? Well, it may be counted on paper. But, believing in thought just for the sole purpose of accepting a harsh reality, does not necessarily make it a positive thing.

She thought that looking at the rain through the window might make her feel better. She took a chair and sat besides the window and looked outside to see, a small boy standing alone in the middle of the street. The sky was dark blue and the street lights were not clear because of the heavy rain. She could not see any of that, as her eyes were glued to that kid. He was looking down at the pavement that he was standing on. The rain was hitting hard on his overcoat to the point that she was able to see the splash of the rain drops once they hit him. As he moved a bit, she was able to see his face. It was her son. He might not be depressed. But, because of what she was thinking, she was only seeing depression drawn on his face. She could not tell what he was thinking about. She ran to the door and asked him to get inside. He did, and she could not bear watching his slow steps coming towards the door. She asked him to get inside faster. She asked him, if he's alright. He said that, his dad promised him to play with him today. She said: "We can play together tomorrow". He replied: "I just wanted him around".

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