Angel.

It was a cold morning. Henrietta was on a bus, heading home after a busy weekend shift at a 24-hour grocery store. She slumped back on the back seat, feeling tired and worn out. As the bus was moving through the traffic, she stared outside the window and recalled on her life.

She had no saving left in her account, she owed the landlady two months of rental fee and she had to take care of her senile mother. She felt like there was no more purpose of living her life. She had many thoughts of taking her own life over the years, but she just could not do it.

When she was just about to lean her head against the window, her eyes caught glimpse of a young woman in early thirties who just got into the bus. Something about her just grabbed Henrietta's attention. The young woman was wearing a nice floral dress. She has a positive aura around her. Bits of jealousy struck Henrietta. "She must have a good life. Unlike me." she silently thought.

The woman moved to the back of the bus and sat down on the empty seat next to Henrietta, as she was smiling brightly at her. Henrietta smiled back at her before her attention drifted back to her 

"Beautiful morning, isn't it?" The woman's question broke Henrietta's bubble of thoughts.

 "Umm? Oh..yes. Kind of."

"My father has Parkinson, I just got kicked out of my house because my landlord raises the fee and I cannot afford to pay it. And I have eight more months to live." Henrietta soon learned that the woman had cancer.

They got off the same bus stop.
my eyes catch glimpse of a young woman in her thirties escorting a rather frail Mexican woman into the shop. Maybe it was the gentleness of their encounter or a vague familiarity with the circumstances, but something about them grabs my full attention. I immediately feel an impulse to do something for them - See more at: http://www.kindspring.org/story/view.php?sid=574#sthash.EjQ4wzHk.dpuf
my eyes catch glimpse of a young woman in her thirties escorting a rather frail Mexican woman into the shop. Maybe it was the gentleness of their encounter or a vague familiarity with the circumstances, but something about them grabs my full attention. I immediately feel an impulse to do something for them - See more at: http://www.kindspring.org/story/view.php?sid=574#sthash.EjQ4wzHk.dpuf
my eyes catch glimpse of a young woman in her thirties escorting a rather frail Mexican woman into the shop. Maybe it was the gentleness of their encounter or a vague familiarity with the circumstances, but something about them grabs my full attention. I immediately feel an impulse to do something for them - See more at: http://www.kindspring.org/story/view.php?sid=574#sthash.EjQ4wzHk.dpuf

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