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Someone i met on the bus
11/11/2022, 4:30pm
"Looks like you're sad today. "Mr.Terrip asked. The same old man who's been sitting beside me on the bus everyday on my way to work from the last one year.
"Don't worry. Maybe this will be the last time you're going to look at this sad face. " i said looking outside the window.
"Why is that so?" I didn't answer his question.
"Can i know the reason why this cute girl is all moody today? Maybe i can use my super natural powers to solve your problem. " He tried to get my attention but it don't workout.
"Hey. Look at me." I don't want to. He's the only one who encouraged me to pursue my dreams in the last one year. I don't want to disappoint him. But i knew i can't ignore him so i finally looked at him with my teary eyes.
"What happened? Who in this world made my godgifted granddaughter cry?" His voice laced with concern made me more emotional.
"I guess it's me. " I didn't even try to wipe my tears. Maybe because i know he'll never judge me or look down at me.
"And why is that so?"He asked offering his handkerchief to me.
"I'm tired. I'm tired of constantly running away from my family and friends. I'm tired of listening to their insults. I'm tired of constantly lying to them that I'm doing fine. I'm tired of showing them that my professional life is growing. I'm tired of proving to everyone that I'm capable of becoming success in my career. I'm tired of telling myself 'I can' everytime i get rejected by my clients. I'm tired of crying inside my bedroom in to my pillows everyday. I'm tired. Maybe because I'm starting to realize I'm not really capable of doing all this. " I rested my head on the bag that's on my lap trying to stop my hiccups.
I felt Mr.Terrip's hand caressing my hair. I expected him to say something inspirational like how they show in movies. But he stayed silent. I waited for almost two long minutes. But he didn't say anything.
"Are you not gonna say anything? " I tried to brush off the strands of my hair...
"Looks like you're sad today. "Mr.Terrip asked. The same old man who's been sitting beside me on the bus everyday on my way to work from the last one year.
"Don't worry. Maybe this will be the last time you're going to look at this sad face. " i said looking outside the window.
"Why is that so?" I didn't answer his question.
"Can i know the reason why this cute girl is all moody today? Maybe i can use my super natural powers to solve your problem. " He tried to get my attention but it don't workout.
"Hey. Look at me." I don't want to. He's the only one who encouraged me to pursue my dreams in the last one year. I don't want to disappoint him. But i knew i can't ignore him so i finally looked at him with my teary eyes.
"What happened? Who in this world made my godgifted granddaughter cry?" His voice laced with concern made me more emotional.
"I guess it's me. " I didn't even try to wipe my tears. Maybe because i know he'll never judge me or look down at me.
"And why is that so?"He asked offering his handkerchief to me.
"I'm tired. I'm tired of constantly running away from my family and friends. I'm tired of listening to their insults. I'm tired of constantly lying to them that I'm doing fine. I'm tired of showing them that my professional life is growing. I'm tired of proving to everyone that I'm capable of becoming success in my career. I'm tired of telling myself 'I can' everytime i get rejected by my clients. I'm tired of crying inside my bedroom in to my pillows everyday. I'm tired. Maybe because I'm starting to realize I'm not really capable of doing all this. " I rested my head on the bag that's on my lap trying to stop my hiccups.
I felt Mr.Terrip's hand caressing my hair. I expected him to say something inspirational like how they show in movies. But he stayed silent. I waited for almost two long minutes. But he didn't say anything.
"Are you not gonna say anything? " I tried to brush off the strands of my hair...
