The Time I Helped an Old Lady

I was in the store this afternoon on 31st October 2012. I saw a lot of traffic and people. I heard people say "Come on!" I can smell the junk food. I am very happy because this is Halloween

I passed the street and saw an old lady who needed help. She is 61 years old and is like a tree. Her hair is white like snow. Her skin color is also white. Her eyes are brown. She is wearing pink clothes. Her eyes seem to say that she helps cross the way

People are as crowded as angry thugs. The other thing I can see is that people are wearing their Halloween costumes just as they can not wait to get candy on their own.

Finally, it is already late, and everyone is in the trick. Then I helped women cross the street, so she could go shopping for sweets. She went home to give candies to her children. After that, she was very happy to help me.

I went out with my parents on Sunday. As I was beginning to be embarrassed by them, we did not help one of these supermarkets that smell like old flesh. Like Isabel, she was strong and charming, had eyebrows and everything. I made eye contact. I was quickly perplexed by self-recognition. I saw it from the other half: child in the middle class suburbs naked in shorts and conversation. In other words, it is a small white girl. Something that my father blushing near me normally makes me feel very secure and now it makes me feel exposed to the way I can not explain

A 60 - year - old woman appeared in the waiting room where I was sitting nervously. She greeted me with a warm smile. "Welcome, please come with me." I believed that I laughed and helped the old lady solve all my problems and feel a little comfort. I am completely disappointed by her. She asked me to sit on a comfortable sofa, glanced at me for a couple of seconds, and asked me "What can I bring you today?" Some questions about my childhood: I started an incredible story. After I stopped talking she gave me a pierced look that I will never forget. She looked at me as if he was looking at his children helplessly as though he were looking at hitting a bus. This moment is a distraction. Suddenly watching the clock glancing, she leaned back and said, "You have chemical problems in your head.

My old lady - she is young, you are younger than me, maybe younger than you - how old are you? 28? 36? - But she is my old lady now. I know - all my shit, you know, no one wants to take away my shit after my first old lady takes off? My habit and anger ... I was very angry then. Looking back now, you know, I think that any of them did the same - just send me to the road and let me understand it. I messed up. Confused, eh? All that I experienced, all that I saw, all things related to one person. It will stand up in your eyes and hang on it - just stick to it there. It will never go away, eh? You put all the medicine and alcohol there, put everything to see there, you remove it, cover it and burn it with chemicals - Ha!