The crow seemed surprised, unsure of what to expect.
“It all started when I found love,” she continued. “Love is everywhere. Love is incredible.” A shy tear tried to escape her left eye. “The story of my life starts when I found love. Love is a miracle.”
A bearded guy scratched his head in a sign of confusion, or perhaps his patience started to wane, who knows.
She open a thick folder and browse the inside, stopping in a page. “The story of my life. I spent most of my live not knowing what love was.” She raised her head and checked the people surrounding her. “When I was young, I never cared about love. I never called my parents.” She chocked down a lump growing inside her throat.
A bald man drummed his seat.
She stared at him, and he stopped. “Love opened doors for me. Life opened unknown doors. Love doors. Life doors…” She went on and on…. And on.
One man stood and left, pointing at the restroom. Several other people followed.
An old woman stayed, becoming the lonely listener. A sparkle in her eyes denoted a vivid interest, so the lady continued reading for another twenty minutes.
“And that’s how love opened doors in my life. That was the introduction to the story of my life.”
The old woman stayed mute. Perhaps she was speechless or maybe, just maybe, she was in total awe.
“Well?” the lady said. “What do you think?”
The old woman pointed to her ears and shook her head.
The lady’s eyes widened in horror. Had her story fell into deaf ears?
