Their discontent was written all over their faces. The wry smiles they featured at short glimpses were petrifying. Their body languages were not alien for her. She read them well.
She was more and more concerned as the clock ticked away. They gnarled in locked lips as she jabbered away. Jabbering?!! Not the word she was looking for. She insisted that they understand. She could repeat.
She never hesitated.
Her persistence was an insult for them. "Oh, the same words, over and over again!" Almost as if they could read her, but to help them if she could. She was not well-received.
The first year, they pampered and lauded her. The second year, they kicked her out out of love. She stood by the windows, only peeking in. Their laughter stole her heart. She questioned herself. Their sincerity was obsolete.
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