We were sitting in the car,

driving to the psychiatrist.

David tapped his thumbs

on the steering wheel.

He took a breath.

"Mariah, things will be okay.

We'll get you help,

you'll be okay, baby.

I'll be here, Jessie will be here,

we'll all be here for you.

You'll be okay baby, I promise."

I looked out the window.

He sighed.

He spoke again.

some day we'll find what
we are looking for.

Or maybe we won't.

Maybe we'll find something
much greater than that."

A tear rolled down my cheek.

David reached over and held

my hand.

"Everything's going to be okay."