The meaning of living| Yoonmin

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I'm sitting in a chair outside the office with my step dad sitting next to me. I have my knees to my chest my arms wrapped around my legs. I look out the window and see some of the patients in the front yard playing. Looks like they're having a fun time, unlike me. I haven't felt like hanging out with people in years. The door opens and my parents come out followed by a tall guy with dyed blonde hair. He has some nice dimples.

"This must be Jimin." He gestures to me.

I nod letting my legs go down.

"Can I talk to him privately?" He asks.

"I don't think that's a good idea." My mom worries.

"Its fine mom." I mutter standing up.

I follow him into his office and he closes the door.

"Have a seat." He motions going over to his desk.

I sit down in a chair across from him.

"So who are you feeling?" He asks.

"About?" I ask.

"The sudden change, the start over." He elaborates.

"I don't know how to feel." I start playing with the sleeves of my sweatshirt.

"I know most of the time kids are scared of making new changes." He explains.

"If you're really asking, I'm happish." I mutter.

"Happish?" He asks.

"There's so much going on at my old town. My old school, my house. I'm just happy to get away." I explain.

"Okay so that's all, remember I'll be here if you need anything." He reminds.

"Okay." I say.

"I'm just asking but how many people are here?" I ask.

"We have 30 staff 25 patients 26 including you." He gathers some papers he had around the desk.

"Okay." I readjust my sleeves.

"We'll I hope you get settled in okay." He says.

"Thank you." I say standing up.

"One last question." He stops me.

"Go ahead." I turn back to him

"Do you want to live?" He asks.

"I don't know anymore."