"How do you feel today?"
Dr. Thomas waits patiently for my answer. I lean back, picking at and studying my nails, "I try not to feel to much, Claire. I've found it drowns my enjoyment of life."
"So you enjoy life?"
"If my mom asks, than yes."
"I'm asking, Baida."
I shift and look at the clock that's mounted to the wall straight behind Dr. Claire Thomas, "I enjoy painting."
"Really?" She tilts her head, "How much?"
I scoot to the edge of my seat, and rest my elbows on her desk, "I enjoy painting as much as I enjoy living."
She stares straight ahead, looking past me, "Times up Baida. I want you to continue taking your medication,-"
"No problem."
"-have your mother set up another appointment for next week. Progress needs to be made Baida."
"It surely will, eventually," I stand, "Until next time, doctor."
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short. its only the beginning.
