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A closed mouth is a closed destiny, so they say, and trust me, they were very right. I had this friend with whom we used to talk from time to time. She was meant to resume school at a particular time, but she didn't, and I had to reach out. She then told me that she wasn't feeling too well, and I showed genuine concern, told her to take care of herself, and also checked up on her from time to time.

Suddenly, she called me this particular night, and she was crying. She told me she wasn't okay at all and briefed me about what was wrong. I remember crying with her that night. I really do not like when people go through hard times; it breaks my heart. The next morning, I set out on a journey to meet her at her place, far away from school—another state, precisely. I had to check up on her physically and understand what was wrong better. I left school, business, and everything I was doing without thinking twice.

I got there, and I realized it was actually a very big matter. Apparently, she made some really bad decisions, and she got so scared and worried that it started affecting her mental health. Her parents were very strict, and I think that was what affected her more. She spoke out about everything, but it had eaten her so deep already. Together with her mom, we went to the hospital and a few other places.

I wasn't expecting the matter to be that serious, so I took just an extra cloth with me when leaving school. Guys, I ended up spending about a week or two; I can't even remember precisely. I had to go to my parent's house to pick up some extra clothes when she was more stable and sleeping better (we live in the same town). I had to be there for her through the entire time, assuring and encouraging her that all would be well again. I would pray with her and even play her some songs I thought might help.

Due to the buying of drugs and all the hospital bills, the family was already low on cash, and as much as they didn't want it to show, I noticed. I covered up the rest of her hospital bills, and with the remaining money left on me, I went to the market to buy some foodstuffs for the house. I bought meat, pepper, and so many other things; maybe a nice meal can lighten up everybody's mood for a while. I made sure she ate well, even when she didn't want to.

I had to stay until I was sure she was extremely better physically, mentally, and emotionally. Her family members were very supportive, and she was very glad to have me around as well. I was glad that she opened up to me and allowed me in; that was the only way I could have known and helped. I was just grateful for being able to help her and for the fact that she got better and everything wasn't in vain. She was very grateful as well, and her family was, as well.

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