The empty little bottle

The empty little bottle

Eeezz like the title is incomplete. Add this “..filled with happiness”.

I went to an office with a sister of mine today and i we walked from the road to the building, holding an empty water bottle in my hand, I met this young girl.

She wouldn’t be more than seven years old anyway and it seemed like she had just finished walking after someone she was begging for money.

I mean, that’s wrong on all levels but i really don’t know the circumstances under which she has found herself.

As she waked towards me, she suddenly looked up as smiled at me. I didn’t really have money on me (it’s follow follow I followed o).

This little girl’s eyes had met mine already and for whatever wierd reason, i couldn’t take my eyes off.

I stretched the empty bottle in my hand towards her. she collected it and smiled at me one more time

The end.

Oh it’s not actually.

I kept walking but I turned back one last time and I caught her still smiling. there was this look of bewilderment but she was still smiling nonetheless.

I am just reminded of seemingly insignificant things we do that makes a lot of difference to people. Let’s Keep doing them and Keep putting smiles on people’s faces.

Xoxo

4 thoughts on “The empty little bottle

  1. 🙂 “…I am just reminded of seemingly insignificant things we do that makes a lot of difference to people. Let’s Keep doing them and Keep putting smiles on people’s faces….” – This got to me, thank you for sharing

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  2. Seemingly insignificant things can really put a smile on your face like the story of the empty little bottle beautifully written by BEEYOUTEAFULLME

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