Wanda
Wanda walked hours down the paves sidewalk, talking and hearing voices and talked to them as if they were with her, she walked miles in the same clothes, she road the bus and unknowingly odorized the transits bus seats without paying attention to herself.. Slowly day after day her mental status worsened and round around for she road the bus to stay warm,, until they stopped she smoked a couple cigarettes...
Wanda is going to be fine. She lost her glasses and her job and almost life from depression... she will go to the treatment facility to be cared for and take a bubble bath and wash her clothes and medicate her so she can get sleep and get stabilized... Wanda will be herself again soon... I say a prayer for her... she has a great smile and soon she will smile again and have a decent life to live...
Copyright © Brenda Hamodey | Year Posted 2016
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