Thirty eight

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* To live is the rarest thing in the world, because most people exist and that's all. *

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------- Mira. --------

I arrived at Jose's home, earlier than usual. I entered the living room and met Nanny sitting on the couch in deep thoughts.

“ Nanny. ” I called out to her and almost immediately she raised up her head and stared at me.

“ You are here, Hon. ” She arose and smiled at me.

“ Yes, Nanny. ” I advanced towards her, “ Don’t worry, Na. Jose will be fine. He'll be turning twenty soon, remember? ”

“ I know, Hon. But I can't help it. ” Her words reminded me of why she was so lost and worried. Following his parent's divorce, Jose had fallen into depression which took him almost four years to finally come out of. During those four years, he'd been going from therapist to therapist, unable to attend classes due to his mental state.

I could relate to that delay, as I too was unable to go to school for almost two years following my parents demise. My uncle h