A tear slowly trickled down her cheek as we stood to leave.
She did not want to be where she was. She did not want to be in the room she found herself in. She felt locked into a situation that was totally out of her control.
It was not the life she had envisioned as a young girl.
She had always been optimistic, hopeful, positive, cheerful, but not now - not any longer.
So, the tear slowly flowing down the side of her cheek was understandable.
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