Crutches

The fluttering calendar says it has been three months since she lost her balance and tumbled down the stairs, and Francisco has nursed and taken care of her during this phase.

“Come on, discard the walker. You can walk on your own two feet.”

“These feet don’t feel like mine anymore.”

“You need to use them to get them back in your system, just like your self-esteem.”

“Will you be there for me if I fall again?”

“Maybe, but I don’t want you to need a crutch – a divorce isn’t the end of the world, just one phase of life.”


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