What she can't say, she'll express it. But when she doesn't express it, she will compress it. She will hide it away and bottle it up.
Clearly if she can't say or show, she'll do the only other thing she know. And that is to keep it to herself.
However, slowly yet surely it became a habit at some point. Maybe it was at that time when she realised she couldn't always confide in her mother for everything. Maybe it's because they distanced. Maybe it's was because her mother became the person that broke her.
Whatever it is, needs to be overcome. I always tell her that. I tell her to slowly change things. To slowly become more expressive to her family again. But she says it's not important at this moment. That nothing matters right now. Not yet. But then when? When will it matter? When will she finally realise that it's her habits that are making her feel the way she is.
For now, I know that other than a blanket of doubt, her mind has created a shield of ignorance.
That's why, just a moment ago, when she saw her mother siting alone she walked away. But there was a small light in her eyes when she saw her. A light that represents longing. But as soon as it came, it was gone.
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