Does It Help?
"Mm."
The old woman nodded. "I told the teacher that Lele still hadn't accepted the fact that her parents were gone."
"The teacher suggested I take Lele to see a psychologist."
"A psychologist..."
The old man murmured, "What did you say?"
He looked at the old woman.
"I said I didn't want to force her..."
The old woman pressed her lips together. "I thought that when she grew up, she'd be able to accept that her parents were gone."
"What did the teacher say?"
The old man asked again.
"The teacher..."
The old woman sighed softly. "She still recommended that I take the child to see a psychologist."
"After all, it's been two years since the car accident that killed her parents..."
"She still hasn't accepted that they're gone."
"The teacher is worried that if this goes on, the idea that her parents are always by her side will become deeply rooted in her mind."
"By then..."
"Whatever we do... it may be too late, and it might not help."
The old man fell silent.
"The teacher makes a lot of sense..."
The old woman clasped her hands together. "Don't you think?"
"Tell me..."
"Should we..."
"Still..."
"Would you like me to leave?"
Xiao Xiao spoke up.
He felt as though the two elderly people had already forgotten he was there.
But he'd keenly sensed that their next conversation might not be suitable for an outsider to hear.
So he offered to take his leave.
He'd done everything he could.
Now the old woman had made it safely home.
It was time for him to go home, too.
The two old people looked startled.
They turned to Xiao Xiao, their faces filled with uncertainty.
Xiao Xiao raised