Wednesday, February 7, 2018
It was a cold and rainy day.
The woman, in her late twenties, was about her usual routine. She would often take the morning bus to near downtown, where she worked a decent job as a newspaper editor. Around late afternoon, she would walk over to the next two blocks at an affordable café to eat lunch and read to pass the hour, then she would head back to her work.
She doesn’t meet the eyes of the passersby, she often looks down when she walks, or reads-on-the-go when it’s not raining.
Rains did not stop…
I remember myself coming in here with dreams and hope.
While some hopes have crumbled away with reality staring at my face, few dreams stayed with me all these years long.
I once dreamt to be an actor.
And tomorrow I’ll be retiring as a janitor.
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The retirement letter arrived in the morning, while I was getting ready to go to the theater. It was short and to the point. Thank you for your 30 years of continued service at The City Theater. We wish you all the best in your future. Sincerely, The City Theater Team.
It had…
