Her sudden arrival in front of my doorstep proved to be more than a moments shock for me. Though it might have been a few seconds or it might have been a few minutes, but eventually, I did manage to break my own speechlessness.
“Umm…what are you doing here?”
“You sounded sad.” Her voice echoing with a slight concern.
“I really didn’t expect you to turn up” my mind raced to comprehend what was happening and what else I could say. “not this week at least.”
“You…sounded…sad” She repeated again, slower, as if trying to teach a small child the simple basic facts.
I couldn’t understand. I dared not understand what was happening to me. Yet there she was, standing right in front of me, removing her jacket, telling me she’s there simply because I sounded sad. All my life I have pleaded to existence for a friend who’d be there in times of need. All my life I have been ignored throughout.
I tried to understand. I couldn’t understand. So I stopped trying to understand and started to appreciate the here and now. I was sad. She was here. What came next didn’t need contemplation or understanding.
I hugged her tightly and let myself go. She embraced me back and reminded me that sometimes, just sometimes, small miracles do happen even in the darkest of moments.