a very kind old-ish man shared his umbrealla with me today, while my whole body was trembling with the cold, and snowflakes had been bouncing off of my skin. he was fatherly enough to make sure I was fully under the umbrealla, and Turkish enough to wish--upon learning that we were waiting for different buses--that mine would come first.
mine did come first. i thanked him a couple of times and got on the bus.
i cried all the way home.
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