Love Ain't My Game [[✔️✔️COMPLETED✔️✔️]]

Chapter 8

My morning routine goes like this:

I wake up at 5 am and take a quick shower to stay awake and fresh all day. I drink a glass of water to keep my body hydrated and fill Toby's bowls with dog food and water. After that, I meditate for 30 minutes straight. It helps me to clean my mind from all the stress and gives relief. After meditation, I do my usual yoga routine. I drink some more water after yoga and drink some coffee while reading news from my iPad. Who even reads newspapers these days?

And not reading a newspaper also saves paper and trees. It's almost 8 am by the time I finish reading the news. I then prepare some pancakes for breakfast. I'm glad that I learnt the recipe from mom in time. I have my breakfast by 8:30 am. Though I've always been organized, sometimes I end up being messy. I do my laundry once a week; not lazy, I just own too much clothes to even bother washing the used ones so quick.

After breakfast, I take Toby for a 30 minutes walk to the park. I know most people take their dogs out early in the morning but Toby just won't poop until he's had his first meal of the day. He's so adorable.

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It's my first time talking with a mother about her child. Usually, I talk to the disturbed person themselves but this case turned out to be quite different. I reach my office at 10 am. I had just ordered a cup of coffee, when  someone knocks on the door.

"Come in", I invite the person on the other side.

"Mrs. Kim says she has an appointment with you. Should I send her in?", my assistant Kristen asks for permission.

I take a look at my schedule for Mrs. Kim and she's 30 minutes before the given time. I don't like to talk to people when I'm not ready so I ask Kristen to send her at 10:30. My daily dose of coffee at work arrives at 10:15.  I take a sip as I prepare myself for work. All I need to do is talk and if that can change somebody's life, I'd do it all my life. I know people who've gone through a lot; from depression to anxiety. And I know people who've turned their life around just by overcoming fear and being themselves. And I've helped people go from a broke depressed person to a happy wealthy person. I hold the power of words and the power to transform someone's world. And that's why I am who I am today.

As I boast about how great I am in my mind, I hear a knock on the door. I check the time and it's 10:30. Must be Kristen.

"Yes, send Mrs. Kim in", I say without knowing who's on the door.

A pale woman with red hair walks in. She looks around my mom's age and is a bit chubby. I ask her to take a seat just across the table facing me.

"How are you Kim?", I ask to start the conversation. I don't like to get too deep about people so I just get to the point.

"I'm good. Thanks"

"So, you want to talk about your son, am I  right? " I try to make sure even though I already know.

She starts the story:-

My son was a handsome guy but after high school, he's never been the same. He used to be popular and cool but a girl wrecked his life and he's now depressed and is going through some serious issues in life. All he ever does is watch crime series and laugh at dead women on TV. He never gets out even though his friends constantly try to make him happy and forget things. He just doesn't want to get to the real world anymore. He's so lost in his little virtual world that he doesn't even know how old he's become. He doesn't even take a bath. His father has to drag him to the bathroom and scrub and cleanse his body like a baby. I even called the girl who cheated on him to just act before him but it was too late. He doesn't even remember the girl who dumped him and made his life a living hell. Turns out, he lost his emotions, his feelings; and I lost a son. He doesn't talk much. His brother is always trying to take him outside in the fresh air but he's so stubborn in his own little world that he hasn't been out of the house in 2 years.

She stops and a tear rolls down her eye and she starts sobbing. I hand her a tissue paper that I had standby because each of my client need them. I'm so used to watching people cry that I don't even feel emotional listening to the stories anymore. If I had been the same as I was 5 years ago, I would've broken down and cry along with her.

"I would like to meet your son once", I say as she is finished crying.

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Sorry for the late update ! I was a little busy this month. But I'll update soon enough now. Keep on reading!