This week.

Just when I thought she was done with being overly persistent, she asks the youngest sister to talk sense into me. That kind of broke me. But I try to keep my cool. A week ago I was so worked up my chest hurt. I decided this time I would just keep calm. I try to think about the casual things that soothe my heart. There is the auntie who now remembers my order every morning. She used to be quite hostile but now she often manages a smile whenever she sees me. And there is the six-year-old boy who takes my hand when he sees me. He is a mischievous one but whenever he speaks to me so excitedly while holding my hand I feel like patting his head. That day I was in mad rush when I bumped into the family of three. While I was conversing with the mother and neglecting his repeated calls, he took my hand and rubbed it against his cheeks to get my attention. While I have never liked kids so much, I think kids should be that innocent. And there is the ever-so-funny trainer who always cracks jokes during boring hours at work. This week seems better. And I am holding on, still.