“Helen, Helen!” the sound of her name transported her back to reality.
“You have been looking through your room window for the past thirty minutes. What’s going on”
“It’s nothing, Mom” Helen responded.
“Well then, get up and come eat your food”
“Be right there”
Helen faced the window again and sighed. She has been bothered about an issue lately, an issue robing her of her sleep, and food; she has been lost in deep thoughts and imaginations, sitting at her window, wishing and hoping for everything go as she dreamed of. She wished she could talk to her mom about it, but it’s not something...