A Sense of Joy and Hope
G R E E C E
It was a calm, clear night as I sat on the ledge on the White Willows Hospital’s rooftop, gazing out into the vast, star-filled sky. The moon was shining brightly, bathing everything in a soft, silvery light. The air was crisp and a bit chilly cold, and I could feel it chill my skin as I embraced the quiet stillness of the night. For a moment, I was lost in my thoughts once again, reflecting on the past and imagining the possibilities of the future. But suddenly, a soft breeze blew through my hair, snapping me back to reality and reminding me of the beauty of the present moment.
“From a man’s point of view, how do you relate self-worth and jealousy?” I finally asked him.
“Ooooh, we are starting strong already.” He chuckled, trying to make the matter
