My eyes looked at him and back at that pile.
"What? I told you I had a lot to complete. I can be busy, you know. Don't get all judgmental on me."
I didn't know if that was a joke but I definitely wanted to laugh.
We started with an essay our English teacher had assigned to us a few weeks ago. We had to write about a dream we had.
I had too many. But I chose to write about becoming a psychologist.
Today, cancer was an illness people spent years on to find it's cure. But there were many more mental illnesses that took away people's life. Depression is one of them.
At least those with cancer had the will to live. But the depressed ones don't even have that.
Xavier's dream was to grow older.
"Growing older is a privilege not many people get and I want that."
It wasn't unexpected but I really was taken aback. I didn't know what was going on in his mind but at least this gave me a little insight into it.
"And why do you think you won't get that privilege, Xavier?"
