She accepted the pain{owing to her schmalzy self along with the betweenwhiles physicality of mental heaviness life offered} as she justified it by the support received by her family that could afford amenities. A shelter, on top of that a room that she could call “mine” ,meals as many as she wills, water replenished with minerals, space for lanes of books +the books that will go into the space, and a life that is taking toll on her faith. Denying culinary delicacies at restaurants, tasting waffles and pancakes by imagining while eating salad, cutting on that cold coffee she loved, Exoneration couldn’t find a home in her heaviness.

She goes about doing her everyday chores, at the abode. In the wake of kraas , sees the trees give a hint...