A Story of a Little Girl

A little girl, hooded, sitting alone in a corner of a cafe near the window, watching the rain fall from the trees, drowning in daydreams, while thinking why was she always doing wrong by others? She did her best. It’s just people without manners say that it’s wrong. They don’t see how much effort she puts into each inch of the steps she takes. How many times she sighed when she felt a heavy burden on her shoulder? How heavy are the tears running down her cheeks? how strong is she covering up her sadness, pulling the corners of her right and left lips to put a smile on her face, so that she looks fine in front of others?

Everyone says what they want to say without thinking about other people’s feelings. They think a joke is just a joke. Even though, maybe she who looks always laughing is actually crying in solitude, had no place to share, did not know who to tell, and no one understood her position at the time. In the end all she had was herself and the God in his heart.