she stood in the downpour waiting for a cab for 4 hours.
she had no umbrella, no handphone to book a cab, no public phones nearby that worked ,and cab companies that would pick up her calls.
never mind all that, when she had lessons straight from 8.30am to 6.30pm with no time to eat , except for a cup of teh tarik and a soggy mos burger which made the day for mr trash bin.
she thought of him and his coming 21st birthday.
she was cold ,wet and hungry
and she cried, for she was never more helpless and lost, in middle road.
she saw lonely old destitutes, like her ,in the rain ,
and she knew they were once loved and cherished.


he loved her.