I was sitting in a cafe to avoid the Friday’s rush hour traffic when a middle school girl dropped in the sofa across me, bursting into crying. I could tell she tried her utmost not to deprive people of their leisure pleasue because she covered half of her face to silence the crying, but that was in vain, her trembling shoulder and hand betrayed her.
At first, I had a sudden impulse inside me to place a hot drink in front of her. I was also thinking about adding my smile as a good ingredient to brighten at least a bit of her day, but that was before I noticed a earplug across her school uniform collar. What a relief! She ‘d already got a friend to dump her sorrow. That’s definitely better than a hot drink from a stranger, how matter how caring she was to be.
It didnt’ take long for the girl to adjust her mood to the cafe air, obviously her friend worked well. Oh, friend! How dearly we need them. People all say an apple to a friend, you get a smile as a return, an idea to a friend, a improved idea as a return, but some sorrow to a friend, the sorrow just vanishes into night and never returns, that ‘s how magic the relationship is !
It was already late, the traffic was no long as heavy, I stepped out the cafe with a light heart, ready to embrace all of my days, all kinds of days---