“There, all done. You’re all cleaned up. We’ll make sure that this doesn’t happen again”. The sides of her mouth curl into what resembles a smile, and just like that, she expects those harsh, unjust words to make everything better. She expects them to be some form of comfort, some reassurance that everything is going to be okay… but is it!? What about the hollow void in the depths of my being? Am I expected to live with this for the rest of my life? She looks down again with that hard unconvincing smile. “There there, wipe away those tears, you’re a big girl now”. And just like that, she summons the porter. “Take her to her room”.