Why it never ends

Chapter 1073 Similarity

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Pacat asked at the right time, "Are you replying to the email to 'Faith'?"

"Well," Hesta said, "If you plan to go and see it in person, it would be better to give them the news as soon as possible."

A subtle look of melancholy appeared on Pacat's face - her carefree and relaxing moment was over, and she would soon need to return to work.

"Okay Tiexi," she looked at her new friend who had circled to the kitchen sink, "you don't need to refill the water. We're leaving now."

"Oh, okay." Tiexi nodded. "Shall I see you off?"

"No need." Hesta walked to Pakat's side and helped her sit back in the wheelchair. "I pushed her back directly."

"Goodbye." Tiexi waved at the two of them with a smile.

Leaving Tiexi's hut, Hesta pushed Pakat to the main road.

Thinking that Pakat and Tiexi were both Stella's friends, Hesta suddenly had a guess. She looked at the back of the old man's head and asked, "Did you know each other before, you and Tiexi?"

"I don't know him." Pacat said, "I just started to get to know him these past two days... What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just saw that you two seemed to know each other very well," Hesta said, "I wanted to ask her what she did in the Third District - Qiqi said she was a veterinarian."

"I don't know... You might as well ask her directly, or ask Stella." Pacat replied, "Titin himself is very talkative--"

"Forget it," Hesta refused, "You can see that I can't talk to her."

"But she seems to want to have you as a friend."

"……Yeah?"

"It seems like you need a friend like her," Pacat said, "Have you met Eucalyptus?"

"Not yet," Hesta replied, "She was already asleep when I came back last night, and she didn't seem to be awake this morning."

"We talked about her this morning, and Tiexi and I both have a feeling," Pacat said softly, "Eucalyptus will recover soon."

"She talked to you about eucalyptus?" Hesta's voice suddenly rose a half degree. "As a therapist, what right does she have to disclose the visitor's information to others-"

"Relax, Jane, it was me. I mentioned Eucalyptus in the conversation, and she only briefly agreed with my point of view - she didn't say anything about her relationship with Eucalyptus." Pacat said, "Why are you so angry?"

"What did you say?"

"I would say that there are very few people who leave such a strong impression on me the first time I meet them, like Eucalyptus," Pacat said. "She has a tenacity. Although she looks weak now, as soon as I saw her eyes, I knew she would become an extraordinary person... She just needs time and opportunity."

Hesta's voice became softer: "Really?"

"It's strange, when she sat in front of me and talked to me, I couldn't help but like her. Every word she said made me feel that she was reliable and trustworthy," Pakat said. "Stella felt the same way. She didn't talk to Eucalyptus very often, but she felt that she had a face that 'wouldn't lie'. When she looked at you, her eyes were as if she was assuring you 'I won't lie to you'."

"Why did you talk about eucalyptus?" "Because Tiexi said she had met a type of client who was destined to recover. No matter how severe their symptoms were, as long as someone gave them a hand, they would start to get better. Medication or inappropriate counseling would only slow down the process," Pacat said. "She said that some therapists relied on luck to meet some such clients, and then wrote them up as cases to cross the minimum threshold of their profession."

"…She better not be talking about herself."

"You really have a prejudice against Tiexi?" Pakat turned around, "Why?"

"It's observation," Hesta said, "I've only known her for a few days, where does the prejudice come from?"

Pacat laughed and didn't continue the topic.

"Back to Elf," Packard said, "Although people have no definitive answer as to why she developed an eating disorder, she herself once wrote down her answer in a letter to a friend..."

"What is it?"

"Early in her eating disorder, friends noticed her voice was getting hoarse and discovered the secret of her constant vomiting, so they persuaded her to move into a psychiatric care center as soon as possible so that the nurses there could take care of her diet, but she refused this proposal," Packard said. "She wrote in a letter, 'Dear, I know what you are saying, but please don't take away my right to calm myself - in my chaotic and deprived life, weight is the only thing I can control.'"

Hesta fell into deep thought: "...I met two people who read Alf on this trip to the south."

"who is it?"

"One is very young and looks abnormally thin," Hesta said, "and the other said that he used to like reading her poems but later donated the collection to the community library."

"What are they reading by Alf?"

"Uh," Hesta tried to remember, "can't talk about things, some of the questions are vague... or something."

"The things that cannot be discussed are increasing, and everything is being abused," Pakat chanted softly, "Happiness...happiness falls on my head like a veil. The more things I hold in my hands, the greater the fear of losing them. When the trembling despair makes people tired, I realize that all questions that point to meaning actually point to nothingness."

Hesta slowed down.

"She wrote it when she was twenty-five and in prison," Packard said. "She was suffering from a loss of faith and decided to look to everyday life, to find the meaning of life in clean spring water and bread made from old yeast—at least there was something real there.

"You asked what kind of people would read Alf," Pakat said with a meaningful smile, "either they would be struck by the words, or by the author's experiences... I wonder which kind your friends are?"

Hesta did not answer, even though this was exactly the question she wanted to explore, but she pulled herself away from these thoughts for a moment and replied with a smile: "It seems that you also love Elf."

"This is normal. Only older people know the value of intense love and hate," Pacat said, looking ahead. "Things that can evoke pain can often evoke a sense of reality. Nothing is more precious than this."

Pakat heard Hesta chuckle above him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"No wonder you and Ms. Stella can be mother and daughter," Hesta said softly, "If she said these words, I probably wouldn't find it strange."