"What do you call someone who sometimes feel like giving up and ending his own life?" I reminded her what she said earlier.
She lowered her gaze. "I guess I'm weak."
"Everyone is weak, and everyone is strong." I didn't know where my words came from, buy I just said it.
"I guess you're right." She took a deep sigh. "But I don't want to be weak anymore. I want to be strong."
"It'll take a lot of efforts, dedication, and consistence."
"I'm willing to do everything to change. I will start today." She looked at me determined.
"I'm sure you will." I encouraged her.
"Will you help me, Dinn?" She asked shyly.
"How can I help? I'm weak myself.
"I think we can help each other. We can learn from one another." She extended her hand.
I shook her hand. "That's what people need, help from others. Not money to buy them.
