This girl in my story, you can only describe her
as a free spirit – a flesh and blood free sprit. One night, while was in a far
away foreign land, she ventured out from the hotel she was staying at, in a
crazy impulse – just to have a feel of the night.
True to form, she enjoyed her little adventure
but did not realize that she has strayed too far. By then, it was close to
midnight
So she tried to
retrace her steps.
Unfortunately, she found dogs blocking her way.
And they were angry dogs.
She was in near panic, especially as one dog snarled
at her.
She thought there was no person around. But
somebody appeared just in time to stop the dog from biting her. Her rescuer
bravely sent the pack of dogs away.
Who was it?
Mr. Flower Man!
Mr. Flower Man is a flower vendor (oh, you
guessed it!) He calls the world his home. The street is his living space, and
the sky is his roof.
The girl and Mr. Flower Man have sort of known
each other because she would share her food with him, and he would give her some
pretty little jasmines.
They don’t speak each other’s language, but they
understood the appreciation in each other’s smiles and the kindness in each
other’s hearts.
They became friends
in the temporary while that she stayed in that foreign place.
They formed an unlikely friendship – one that would probably be brief –
but one that would be remembered, and which can inspire anyone into kindness.
The end.
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