You had a sweet, and caring friend named Irene. She was always helpful and kind when you needed her, especially in hard times. She was a good friend, you knew that.

You were at her house, explaining things to her as she listened clearly. She nodded and kept listening.

She didn’t interrupt you, she let you speak about your issues, she was like a therapist. When you stopped speaking, she looked at you and spoke. “Is there more?”

She asked kindly, not wanting you to hold back.