"I'm (not) okay"

 "Hi, " she says with a bright smile on her face, blue sunflower dress as she opens the door. "Welcome to aspire." 

I nod and follow her to the group room. 

Heart-shaped glasses frame the group facilitator's face as she smiles and tells me to sign some forms. 

"For confidential reasons," she says with coffee breath. 

Click clack click clack goes the keyboard sounds. 

I chose the blue chair diagonally from the therapist. 

I sit in the stuffy room, waiting patiently to answer questions. 

The therapist spins around to face me in her office chair. 

"This program is to help you....." the therapist starts. 

I stare out the window to see a tree blowing in the distance as her voice disappears in the background.

I wonder if I can get matcha with my dad later. I wonder when I can leave. 

This is good for me. 

I need this. 

For me. 

For my future. 

The room is filled with adults who have lost their smiles over the years. Eyes are on me as I enter the room. 

"Have you done OT before, Karina?" asks the Occupational therapist in front of everyone. 

"No," I say with a small, fake smile. 

 My right a boy looks so tired he can barely open his eyes. To the left, a girl is so frail she looks as if wind can knock her down. 

They all look so sad.

I miss my boyfriend. 

I miss my friends.

When is it lunchtime? 

I want to go home.