@Melinda Monroe #ThePsychiatrist
It was my first appointment with Yelda. She was late. As she entered my office, she asked, “Why am I here?”
“Sit down Yelda, we have much to talk about.” I said pointing towards the couch in front of my desk.
She sat down. She looked miffed. I asked, “How was your first day at the job? Anything out of the ordinary?”
“It was horrible. They treated me like a goddess and I kept thinking all this is because they still think I am their daughter. They are feeding me with good food, they are giving me much less work. I don’t feel like a maid there. It feels like some kind of scam is being run on me and I don’t know why they sent me to you. This also feels a little suspicious. I feel like you guys are ganging up on me and forcing me to believe something that is not true. I mean they took an aarti of me when I got in the house. Who does that?”
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