Sometimes, in the line of work, you get to see a lot of amazing things. You know, things you thought that would never happen. It could depend on which occupation you had, really, but it's almost always that everyone see something not normal once in their jobs.

I'm the same.

Let me introduce myself, first. Hello, my name's Lucille, I'm 23, and I'm a psychologist. When it comes to psychology you all understand that I deal with troubled people and support them in their ways so that they could continue in their lives. Examples like depression, anxiety, etc. are common. I'm sure you know about that.

Psychologists are... Well, they're more like friends who support you in letting you relieve your bundle out. Due to the contract of confidentiality as a security, most confide in their psychologists more than others for their secrets. We note these down in order to observe and diagnose our patients. Honestly? It doesn't really sound very sentimental. We do that because it's our ways to find a living.

But then again we are humans, nonetheless. One way or another, we'll always find ourselves to be attached. I do, too, have a few patients whom I became quite close with. It's a normal occurrence for our species, I suppose. You know, how talking brings us closer. Humans' bonding mechanisms have gotten more complicated over the years because of the growth of technology and change in society, but if we actually draw down to the basic line it's just that. Talking.

Anyways, back to the main point.

So there are things that I see are out of the world's normal logic. I'll give you my favorite example. There was one particular patient that I find very interesting. He couldn't get over his wife's death that he became greatly depressed. From what I've heard, she died after childbirth, leaving him and three kids – a pair of twin girls and an adopted son – behind. Years after he still haven't managed to get over it, so his worried kids took him here. To me.

When we first met, he had looked so empty. So hollow. My impression of him was that he looked like a human shell with no spirit. Maybe it died with her, I thought. "Good afternoon, Mr. Collins." He didn't respond, so I continued. "My name is Lucille. Lucille Wentworth. I've heard that you are recommended here by your children." Recommended? They dragged him here!

The patient only barely nodded as a reply. I inwardly sighed – It was going to be a hard process to get him to open up. He seemed a tough nut to crack. "Please, before we get started, introduce about yourself and your family." I said. It took him a long while before he started to speak up. I've been born with a full family by my side so I couldn't help sympathizing with him. It would have been hard if my dad or mum died at my birth.

I jolted down everything into my little notebook. He looked like he was at the verge of tears, so I urged him on. "She died without seeing our kids grow up..." He mumbled. This was a regular reaction to people whose partners died at the birth of their children. "She was so happy that we were finally having children, but she—" His voice was cut off by sobs. I could tell that he was crying this much at home at least once a week already.

He ended up crying for the rest of our session, so I let him be. His kids came over and picked him up too, said thanks to me, then left. Despite not the first time meeting people of his situation, I found his somehow more intriguing than the rest, yet at the same time more heartbreaking. Our next session was scheduled for next week, a Thursday. I shouldn't worry about that for now.

I didn't know that it was merely a beginning to what I deemed, in the later stages of my life, a miracle.