Come With Me Please

I need someone to come with me she said. To stand up for me, to explain my strengths. That is your job, I told her. This is your thesis. You have to defend it. You and only you. But I do not think I can do it, she argued. The rest of us shook our heads, knowing she could. You have gotten this far, I told her. You almost have a masters. Stand up for your thesis, stand up for yourself. She left in a huff, upset that we would not go with her. We should have gone, another roommate told me. Another snowflake who has no idea about boundaries. I began to clean, hoping for the best.