Homeless Across The Street

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I don't know how many of them. I don't know where they came from. In the brightest day or in the blackest night. Under the heavy rain or the sunny days. With their BMW, SUV, bike, or just walking, I don't know. I don't know their occupation neither their income per month. But is that important for us?

Behind the glass of that restaurant there is a laugh. After all they are needs to be happy. But in the other corner there is a pretty woman who cried. I don't know why. Should I ask her? Sometimes there are two tough guys trying to kill each other. There is also policeman too. Politician, movie stars, veterans, kids. Many people, but I don't know all of them.

How much they have paid for their dinner? I don't know. Don't ask me how the taste of the cuisine they have been ordered. But from their faces, I should say to you that is delicious. What is the most delicious food you ever eat? I think my mother's cook is the most delicious food in the world. Don't you agree with me?

I don't know how, but someday let's eat together at that restaurant. Just two of us. Maybe we can have a dinner. We can ask them to give us table with two or three candles. It will be fun and romantic. You'll love it. But do you know what is the best part of dinner? You can have a dinner with someone who is important for you.

#limuny

*Inspired by movie called "The Soloist" and short story by John Edgar Wideman "Stories"