C͟h͟a͟s͟e͟
A squeeze on my shoulder brings me out of my reverie. I peer up at Janice, realizing suddenly that my eyes are filled with tears. I see nothing but compassion on her face.
I had hired her when I first moved here, nearly a year ago. She was sweet on the outside but once you looked deeper, there was a no nonsense attitude around her.
She kept her cool even when we butt heads. Her attitude would normally have been cause for immediate termination but within that shell was a mother. As embarrassing as it is to say, she had mothered me for the entirety of her employment.
I needed that. I needed someone to kick me out of my funks. I have not had the desire to form real friendships. I've only interacted with people as needed at work.
My old friends, I still kept in contact with
