A tired sigh slipped out of my lips as I walked into my tiny apartment. The day has been so hectic that I almost feel dead on my feet. Working as a coucilor in a highschool feels easy and less demanding but sometimes it can really be draining, like today.
Witnessing a lot of things that the young ones are going through mentally and otherwise makes me weep and always reminds me of my own circumstance, the sole reason I became a psychologist.
I forced down the memories of my past and moved further into my apartment. It isn't much , a large space that I partitioned into various compartment, my living room, my kitchen and then it has its own bathroom and toilet.
A smile appeared on my lips as a little furry animal made his way towards me. Billy my dog. I got it when the loneliness of my
