Chris and his parents waits in the waiting room to see a therapist. He his scheduled to see his therapist Tuesdays and Thursdays in the evening.
"I'm nervous," Chris said, gesturing in his seat.
"Don't be son, I'm sure this will all work out for you," his father said, reassuring.
"I'm only doing this for Mala," he said.
"Seeing a therapist shouldn't be the reason because of a girl Chris. You should only see a therapist for yourself," his mother said.
"What guy sees a therapist?" He asked.
"Plenty of them," she said.
"Chris Adams?" He calls out in the waiting area.
"Hi," he said.
"How are you?" The man asked.
"Okay I guess," he said.
"I'm Dr. Ogosvi," the man said, reaching out his hands for a shake.
"Nice to meet you," he said, shaking his hands.
"Please follow me," Dr. Ogosvi said, while Chris follow him.
"Pick you up in an hour son," his father said, while his parents gets up and leaves the facility.
Author Ciara Webb
Co-Assistants 26Khayali and Ridhi P
Story written by Ciara Webb
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