It happened in one of those unremarkable Tuesdays after work. She had asked me to drop by her office, saying that we could have coffee and catch-up. It was always my pleasure to see her, as we both had busy schedules and our meetings were always short and sweet, allowing us to continue with our work. But when I entered her office this time, the sight that greeted me was most surprising: she had closed the door, and her expression was more serious than I had ever seen it before
"We need to talk about you," she said. I should have known better, but I was still surprised
"It's been two years, Brooklyn,
two years since you've decided upon this path of yours, and I have kept quiet and left you be. You know I supported your decision, Brooklyn, because I knew you needed it, but I can't stand by and watch you any longer."
"Do what?" I inquired, puzzled. She looked me straight into my eyes
