Anyways, she saw my tear-stained face and immediately ushered me to a seat. She asked me if I want to talk...I would want to pour my troubles out but I didn't. One, it was working hours - I don't want her to think that I bring my troubles to work. Two, I can't bring myself to say it! So far, I've only told this matter to my brother...and it was only half the story! I couldn't bring myself to tell the whole truth to anyone else.
She immediately closed the door and tried to get me to talk. She asked if it was work, and I told her no. She asked me if I needed to rest or take a breather, which of course I said no. I told her to carry on with whatever we were discussing, that I'll be fine. We moved on, and I was alright subsequently. Just before we break for lunch once our discussion was over, she told me, "Let us know if you need help or if anyone bullies you...we have our means!" hahaha...It was more like a joke, her usual manner...but I appreciate her sweetness and thoughtfulness. Whether it's true or not, I'm thankful for her concern!
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