𝗜𝗻𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀

16 | 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

NORA'S POV

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I huffed in frustration, grabbing thin craft rope, tying the last bunch of flowers. Then, I started to make cutesy gold mesh ribbons onto the small bouquets— from the flowers that Lorenzo sent.

I was thinking of something to send to the women's shelter, classmates and friends just to give them a version of support. I knew that those flowers were just going to end up wilting away solely in my presence.

I wanted to share the elation that I felt while receiving these— with other people who probably have never accepted any or experienced the feeling of being cherished. Although I did not have time to write a note card for everyone, it's the thought that counts— at least I hope.

The girls at the womens' shelter that I visited were all survivors. Survivors of domestic abuse, poverty, rape and being taken advantage of. There were so many women that were denied support from their families, to do what is best for them.

Their pain was indescribable, everything and everyone was against them. I could feel the tears stinging through my eyes. With blurry vision, I would listen to countless stories displaying the shear amount of resilience in their tone. It made me gain a whole different perspective of these strong ass women.

I could never understand their pain, having a loving and beautiful family— but I hoped that I could be their family through many different ways.

At first I wanted to be a contract Lawyer but after seeing both men and women struggle from custody battles, both mothers and fathers refusing to pay child support.

I realized I wanted to be a Family Law attorney after awhile. Right now, I was completing my second out of four years to acquire my Bachelors degree in Sociology after applying for Law School.

I know this odd, but Alaina and I applied for law school two years early, just to get an early acceptance which was rare but we were completing our studies very rapidly.

I just ranted about law school for so long, but it is a big part of my life. Something I worked towards since High School.

I save a whole bunch of flowers for myself, grinning profusely; as I placed them in my favorite ceramic vase with cute little florets drawn.

Verdammt! I had only twenty minutes to drop these off at the shelter. I quickly grab my longchamp bag and the huge reusable grocery bag.

I slipped on my Chanel slippers that Alaina gifted me. They're so gorgeous, a crème color with little pearls on the strap. They match my beach tee-shirt, I realize.

I wore my denim shorts under. These pair of shorts, have been through a lot with me. Bicycle rides throughout the sunny neighborhoods in California, gas station visits and water gun fights.

[Translation: Dammit!]

So cute! Even though my outfit plus my updo wasn't the best, the sandals definitely made me feel much better.

I leave the apartment door, closing all the windows— tiding up all the cut up rope and mesh on the floor then sprinting to the women's shelter.

The warm older lady at the front desk was taken aback by my abrupt arrival but thanked me for the flowers and food— giving me a grandmotherly hug that made me feel fuzzy.

A smile was on my face the entire walk back to Columbia. My class was in five minutes, and the students were always late so I didn't feel the need to sprint again.