"Aria, if I need to drive you to work every morning just to ensure you're taking care of yourself, I will. I’ll do whatever it takes." I pull him in for a hug and try not to cry. He’s been the only one in the family who seems to have empathy for me. I’ve always been close to my dad, but it’s like he’s mad, and my mom is indifferent. I don’t think she means to be; I just don’t think she understands, or if she does, she doesn’t know how to help me. Before I release him, I say, "I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me."
