I remember when I was a child and we were moving. Again. We had spent a few weeks packing up our lives, and were on a train headed across Canada. I can’t remember which train we were on. All I recall is that I was nervous. I knew little of where we were going. In my childhood eyes, that train was headed into a thick fog of unknown.
Salman! I love this story. Within the simplicity of this “angel’s” gesture was a profound and important lesson. My heart is warmed. Thank you.
What a lovely short story! I love that it plays in your mind to this day!
So good a story. So great . Wow. Thank you .