Disconnected, by Suhair Sibai |
So I was walking through my neighborhood, huffing and puffing under my breath. Then a woman stops me and says, “Liat, do you remember me,” which is a difficult situation for me; I read for so many people and I don’t always recognize them out of context. But as I looked at her, the details of her reading came back to me, “You work with chocolate,” I said and she smiled. And then she said, “I can’t afford to come right now, but I think of you and your readings all the time.”
And there it was… I was really touched and my grumpiness
just evaporated
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