Megan
I had been in Germany for a little over a week, seven days, when Emma had done everything to get me back on my feet, and she had succeeded in part. At least now I was leaving the room and from home.
Yesterday we had gone to breakfast in the center, for the first time, I had eaten a full meal even if it was just a cappuccino and a croissant, and the same happened at lunch and dinner.
I felt better, even if I carried inside me immense sadness, I knew that I could overcome it, I knew that it would not always be like this.
It wasn’t enough, of course, but I tried. Sometimes I burst into tears for no reason, Emma always tried to console me when she was at home and not at work and to distract me. She made me laugh and distracted, and at that moment, it was just what I needed. I needed
