Counseling Begins
The dimly lit room was filled with an air of anticipation. Martha and Peter sat side by side, their hands tightly clasped. The counselor, a gentle-eyed woman named Dr. Selma, asked, “Why are you here?” Peter’s voice cracked as he began, “We’ve lost our daughter because of our own prejudices.” The session had begun, unveiling layers of biases they hadn’t admitted even to themselves. Speaking out the challenges that they had endured made it even more painful.