I just sat there and let the doctors do their normal morning checks on me as they have for over three and half years. I knew all of them not by their names but by their faces because some them smiled at me while some do not, the only constant thing is that smiling or not; they all have pity in their eyes for me, but…..what do I care? Well today was my favorite day because doctor wale my favorite psychologist was coming, we have been having sections for about two years now and today I was going to tell him everything, I feel the obligation to do so because he had been nice…..no that is not the word, wale has been sweet to me. he was never afraid of me at least not like the five psycholo-flinchs before him, none of them stayed for more than three months, some stayed for less than that, I use to hear them call me mad, well at first It got to me, I try to tell them I was not mad, they never listened so I lost the will to argue, I stopped caring until wale as I call him only when we are alone, came to my room on that sunny Tuesday afternoon on august two years ago, smiling as if he was just coming from the bank, I ignored him thinking just like the others he was going to leave, somehow what he said started to make sense when he started to sing to me, music was what had kept me from the others, it was for the weak, I am not weak or so I thought until wale passed me his handkerchief and as I blew loudly into it I questioned my sanity for the first time.

© RUBEE