Me and the story about the subway
Like the subway, sitting quietly, looking around, in one secret of happiness. I would like to reflect that delicate look, the woman looked indifferent, what the story would imaginecouple of students, how long can love with will be the envy of those of white hair between the elderly, long-lasting love … …
Do not remember half-way, and that a large number of trivial or sad happy, just so that I have in mind is that thinshy boy.
He at the same time every day and do the same subway, so the same car, waiting with a door, waiting for the next battle on the train a girl, and then sent a well-prepared breakfast and an apple. Day case, have not stopped.
Boys and the majority of peers, he plain, not publicity. Never speak, just quietly holding the hand of the child, his face filled with a happy smile.
That day, the girl on christian audigier clothes the train shortly after the beginning of a stomachache, pain in her profusely haired, painful shoulder boy leaned forward. Boys is also very anxious, but somewhat at a loss. I began to laugh at the boy from the incompetent.
Suddenly, the boy stood up, held out his hand toward the people around and pointing with the non-stop. I began to dismay. That he can not speak, no wonder … …
Fortunately, there is a sign language of the passengers, after the brief exchange, in the next, helped him find the station staff, the prompt removal of girls to the hospital.
I was deeply moved by the boy, that small, simple and pure feelings, in good faith but ordinary. Quiet guard,, the boy39s body is disabled, but his love is perfect.
