It was a good feeling, Callie could attest, sharing problems with others that she knew would understand her. They shared their stories with each other, the darkest secrets that they were not proud of to share with other people, the experiences, the traumas of how life had been sol disapproving of them, the harshness of people around them. It was a nice feeling having someone who understood her, or just basically someone who would listen was enough to make her feel like she was not alone.
There were a lot of things one could do to others, it didn't need to be grand or noticeable, with simple actions, for a person who was going through a lot, it was already enough for them to appreciate. Time, effort, appreciation, or just even a wordless hug and all the positive feelings that one needed we
