The night was cold. The wind was wooshing. Everything was confusing. And Elizabeth felt exhausted and old.
Getting a career and a job was easy for her. What was not is living like an invisible and an outcast in her own home. She only wanted to be loved. To be appreciated. And to be cared for by them.
Is it that hard to be reciprocated in her genuinety?
The next day at work, she was silent. Even Yngrid found her staring at her own computer, sighing deeply as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders, and typing again on the keyboard silently.
“Hey, are you okay?” Yngrid asked her after they had done their lunch at the cafeteria. “You have been spacing out the whole morning period. Our department’s conference meeting is starting this afternoon. How are you going to report on your w
