I’m sitting in a large sofa, waiting someone coming for listening their stories

as a breast cancer survivor.

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Recall the days I was sick.

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Many people came for giving me encouragemants.

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Some sat on diagonal seat with their mind absent. They were worried.

Some sat in front, asked my feeling and decisions, tried to cheer up.  They wanted to be a good person.

Some sat next to me in hand-reaching distance. They waited, ready for listening.

Some sat beside with hug without words. They offered their hearts.

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I thank them.

They all were kind, though

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Now is my turn.

I sit next. I sit beside. Wait to listen. Wait to hug.

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