The first time I walked past her, sitting on the pavement, I didn’t even look at her. As time passed and our paths crossed more and more often, she caught my attention.
Her back is hunched and she’s very small. She smells funky and her skin is always dirty. She can often be seen around our apartment building and I’m wondering if she used to live here. I’m also wondering why she has become a homeless person.
I’m sure she’s carrying a sad story in her heart and I’m sure that I’ll never know it.
My inspiration for this story was Lizzie’s latest blog post called Subway sleeper.