Dot 100

I saw a woman. She smiled politely back at me. It teared my heart apart. She was insecure, desperate, bitter, lonely and scared. That's pretty much on the edge of breaking down and leaving. She couldn't stop but weeping alone like a bullied insecure homeless child who kept strong for too long. It was the beginning of the year and I didn't want her to start a new year like that. I did whatever I could. I wish I could hold her longer in my arms.