While beside herself in tears, May ultimately arrived at the large double doors that she passed through every morning. In there was a place that she dreaded.
And just like every other day, as soon as she wiped away her tears, the piercing eyes of everyone in that room fell on her. She lowered her head, too afraid to look up and face them.
Fortunately, none of those inside that room, centered around a long and wide table, cared much about her presence. Like usual, they treated her as if she didn't even exist.
Biting her lips with her bangs covering her face, May approached an empty seat at the furthest point of the table. This was where she always sat, while her brothers and sisters took the seats that made it easiest for them to talk with each other without raising their voices.
