Robert wants to give up

“Good morning,” Robert said.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Last night, you went to bed late. You should sleep more.”

“No need,” I said, then I went to get a shovel and went next to him. “It is enough sleep for me. I can't let you garden alone.”

“I think I am useless. I can't help you,” Robert said in a sad tone.

“Don't say that. You help me a lot.”

“I don't think so. I think I am stupid and dumb. I can't even learn how to write on a blog. I can't be like you.” He dropped his face.

“It's true you can't be like me,” I stated, “and you don't have to be like me. You have to be you.”

Robert raised his face.

“Though you change your face, your body shape or your behavior to be like me, you can't be me. It's impossible and it's not necessary to do that. What you have to do is you must be you. Trust me.” I put my hand on his shoulder. “Find yourself and be yourself. And I believe you can do it.”

“Um.” Robert nodded his head. His smile came back.