The empty eyes I met, when she opened the door told me more than enough. You could see the pain, the stress, the worry and every single feeling that floated in her head right in her eyes. They were lost for colours. It looked like a dead soul in a living person’s body. It was awful to stand there, at the doorstep, and look into those eyes. But I didn’t look down for one second – I wanted to face the reality. The thing, that I never looked at, and always turned the blind side to.
“Tell me about your life” I said. And that’s how it all started. She began to tell me her story.
““How are you holding up?”
That is a question I get asked almost every day; Do you have enough money, is there enough to cover the bills, pay for the food, can your kids ever go to a proper school and do you even have a college saving for them? No, no, no, no and no. But do they ever help? No, they don’t. As long as they have enough to make everything work, they don’t worry about others. Especially not me. “
She looked up at me for a short second, then quickly looked away, and out into the air, that made me feel sick already. You could see the hurt in her eyes. How she was about to tear up, and how she was about to break down. It could happen every second. But, that didn’t happen. She continued with her story;
Det er gratis at oprette en konto