The next morning, Debbie woke up with swollen eyes and a heavy heart. The sun streamed through her curtains, but it did little to lift the weight in her chest. She dragged herself out of bed, determined to make the day different, even if only slightly.She started with a simple task: making her bed. It seemed trivial, but completing even the smallest chore felt like a victory. She told herself, One step at a time.
After breakfast, she decided to leave the house. The four walls of her room had become suffocating, amplifying her
thoughts of Pasco. She grabbed her bag and headed to a quiet café near the university. Sitting in the corner with a cup of coffee, Debbie pulled out her study materials. She set a timer on her phone for 25 minutes, deciding to try a focused study session. The first few minutes were difficult—her mind kept drifting to Pasco.But she forced herself to push through. By the end of the timer, she had managed to review two chapters of her business law notes. It wasn't much, but it was progress.