You sighed, looking down at the floor and not listening to the man leading the group of people in orange jumpsuits, including your dad. Why did your dad even take you with him to work? You had no idea. You could think of several other things you’d rather be doing than being here. You’d rather be back at home in bed than here.
“_________?” your dad’s voice speaks to you, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine, dad…” you shake off his words. It was obviously a lie, he knew that.
“Oh, __________, what’s wrong now?”
“I just… it’s nothing,” you sighed, “Just a little tired…” That was always your excuse. Tired was an understatement, however… Your father knew you had been suffering depression for a while now, and it wasn’t getting any better, but you still didn’t talk about it. Your father tried eve