Homeless

I saw an elderly homeless women stooping her head real low on the priority seats during rush hour today. It was obvious because people were avoiding that section of the car due to the stench. I took a glimpse on her, and it was conspicuous that the rainy day yesterday did not leave her, her shoes were muddy and her clothes were still drenched. Despite the cold rolling eyes from other passengers, she held tight the little possessions that she had.

I wonder where are her family.

Suddenly all my troubles just seem so infinitesimally tiny, even unworthy of mentioning.