Comfortably cuddled inside the bus, as it rains cats and dogs outside -- I can't help but feel guilt when we just passed by a waiting shed. For a brief second, I saw a lonely lady as old as my mother, lying on the cement with only a broken umbrella to protect her. Now there's a lump in my throat for not doing anything but helplessly stare as she fades into distance...
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