Monica's mother, Jen, had been an artist specializing in pen and ink drawings and selling them in a few known Art Galleries.
But since Jen's sudden death from a traffic incident, Monica found herself developing more than one quirky nervous habit.

The emotional lady had to find herself a pricy counsellor to help her cope with this life changing disaster. The psychiatrist had also recommended for her to attend a group meeting of fellow mourners.
Monica stood out too much for her own comfort for she was quite tall and curvaceous.
Her wavy auburn hair falling in wisps just below her shoulders softened the deep seriousness of her warm brown eyes.

If only a little slimmer, at 5'8" she could have chosen the modelling profession but she was too modest to have considered it.

The alarm clock showed 7:11, she had only a few minutes left to get ready and head out the door to her meeting.

She always dreaded attending these boring meetings where everyone's story reminded her so much of her inadequacies. Why did she have to suffer so much emotionally? so many thoughts coming in and out of her mind making life in general exhausting. Why had she also been born with this mental ailment that makes life excrutiatingly difficult to bear.
Prozac for depression, Zyprexa for mania, B complex for mood disorders, at 29 she felt like an elderly pill popper. How many pills will she have to swallow in her retired years?

She headed out to face the world after dressing warmly on this windy november morning.
She arrived at her weekly meeting session and sat quietly listening as others shared their most private sufferings.