06-10-2025, 01:26 PM
She was so lost in her thoughts that Marta hadn’t smelled Emma approaching, but she felt the older girl’s presence as she sat down. She didn’t know Emma very well, but she knew Emma to be kind. It had been Emma who had commented on her her drawing when she had first met the group. It had been very encouraging even if Marta hadn’t mentioned it. She probably should.
Marta looked up and realized she need to talk about this, but she needed to calm down a little first. She moved a little, grabbing the laptop and handing it gently to Emma, so she could see what was wrong while Marta centered herself. She took Emma’s offer of a shoulder to cry on literally and moved closer, resting her head on Emma’s shoulder, her eyes lock on the two pictures. Splash followed, staying seated on the floor, but keeping herself within Marta’s reach. Marta’s hand rested on the wolf’s head, stroking gently.
Marta was worried about talking. The kids here had their own problems. She sometimes felt guilty about talking about her own. She knew Elyse struggled with that too. Her psychologist had always told her she needed to stop comparing her problems to others. She was allowed to be upset, and right now she needed to be.
Marta’s breath hitched and she began to speak softly. ”It was two years ago. I had forgotten. I didn’t even remember what they looked like until I saw this. I…I… Marta couldn’t find the words. There was more there, but she was processing a lot that should have been processed two years ago.
Marta looked up and realized she need to talk about this, but she needed to calm down a little first. She moved a little, grabbing the laptop and handing it gently to Emma, so she could see what was wrong while Marta centered herself. She took Emma’s offer of a shoulder to cry on literally and moved closer, resting her head on Emma’s shoulder, her eyes lock on the two pictures. Splash followed, staying seated on the floor, but keeping herself within Marta’s reach. Marta’s hand rested on the wolf’s head, stroking gently.
Marta was worried about talking. The kids here had their own problems. She sometimes felt guilty about talking about her own. She knew Elyse struggled with that too. Her psychologist had always told her she needed to stop comparing her problems to others. She was allowed to be upset, and right now she needed to be.
Marta’s breath hitched and she began to speak softly. ”It was two years ago. I had forgotten. I didn’t even remember what they looked like until I saw this. I…I… Marta couldn’t find the words. There was more there, but she was processing a lot that should have been processed two years ago.