Delores: Well, What is wrong with you girl? Why you crying?

Me: I don’t know.

Delores: You are crying for a reason, only you know.

Me: I … just… feel … so … alone.

Delores: That is inside of you. That wasn’t me talking, asking if you need to talk, I need to go take care of my mother, she is sick. He was talking through me.

Me: I hear you.