This post is inspired by  V . She is a single parent, juggling many roles and succeeding at each one.  Read the original post here . The below is an extension of the previous story but can also be read in isolation. Both are fictional narrations in first person account.

I reached my favourite coffee shop Starbucks, at a little after 3 in the afternoon. V had probably already been waiting for me for more than a few minutes, I thought as I walked hurriedly. We had already been talking everyday for a week – since her break-up. I had seen it coming. I had been able to see through his lies, his avoidance tactics and also his lack of concern for her, lately.
V deserved better, but I wasn’t about to tell her that now. She was hurt and she needed a friend. She needed me.
Just as I entered…