Isabella alighted gingerly. She knew that if she had other options, she would not be here. So as soon as her legs hit the ground, she cringed and retracted them. Inside her, she cried and cried. She didn’t even try to hold back the tears. There was a need to let the tears flow. And she did just that. She knew she needed to get it all out and wait for the strength that would well up after. So she cried because her strength always come from confronting her pain.
When she was done crying, she wiped her face and picked up her bag for what will be the fifth time. More confidently this time, she climbed out of her white Benz, forced a smile and took the first step.
Image: The Guardian
CHINA TORI 