this morning #1204.

this morning, i told her that it was ok. i didn’t mind at all. she could ask away. i gave her full permission to pry. flashed her a smile. this is her interview, after all. i’m not afraid. evolved, open book over here. sharing is caring. i poured her a cup of tea. poured one for me. gave her plenty of time to figure out her opening question. when it was obvious that she was nervous & struggling, i advised her to start off with something light. she instantly started to cry. quiet. mostly sniffling. i looked around the room for a tissue. went to grab a box from over on the bookshelf. as i turned my back to her, she finally composed herself & asked her opening question. “you really don’t remember me, do you?”