-Sherry-
"Tavi, are you ready to come back?" I ask in the doorway. The lanky 16-year-old shyly looks up to her mother. Mrs. Smith nods her head towards my way. Tavi stands up, and slowly walks my way. She seems to almost carefully count each step.
When she enters the room, I close the door, but not without smiling at her mother first. She's been through hell too.
I turn around and Tavi is sitting on the left side of the couch. This has been the 3rd time she's been in my office. She hasn't spoken a word.
"How have you been, Tavi? Did you do anything this weekend?" I ask her.
She shakes her head. Her blue eyes seem so gone as if no one was home. Or someone was home, but they were hiding under the table, waiting for the person at the door to go away. She looks over to the toys I use for the younger kids. They love the play therapy.
"Did you want to try to use those today?"
She shakes her head.
"That's alright."
She looks at her hands, then covers them with her large hoodie. Her eyes drift towards the old window.
"Did you hear it was going to snow tonight?"
Her mouth hangs open, but no words come out. She shook her head again.
I write down on my notepad, nodding. "Snow isn't any good for you? You didn't like it. What was the acid snowflake about?"
She shook her head again.
"Tavi, can you tell me a little about yourself?"
She pauses. For several moments, she pounders. The thought is gone as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Do you like to draw?" I asked. "How about poems or writing, do you enjoy that?"
She nodded her head.
"Did you want to write?"
She scratches her head but nodded again. I give her some piece of paper. She thinks about it for a second, and for some reason, the look of worry is in her blue eyes. "Whatever you write in here, it's safe. No one will read it."
She nods again and started to write.
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