Tears of realization
As I pieced together the meaning hidden in the drawings, I felt tears sting my eyes. I had never imagined that he carried such a sense of isolation. His art spoke louder than any explanation, exposing a deep need to belong and, at the same time, the feeling of being apart. I wiped away the tears, overcome by a mixture of pain and determination. It was clear to me that I needed to put this right and really be there for Tim.
Tears of Realization
Commitment to support
Clutching the notebook to my chest, I made a silent promise: I wouldn’t let Tim face loneliness without support. That silent request engraved in the drawings touched me deeply. I was more determined than ever to understand what he was going through and to help him through his heaviest emotions. He wouldn’t have to face anything alone. As long as I was here, I would walk beside him every step of the way.
Commitment To Support
