But I Dont Know Her Name..

For more than a year, I’ve seen her around, doing the same tough job again and again. She smiled and chatted every time I saw her, asking me about my day and how everything was going. She never complained. She never seemed to be upset or tired of it .She always seemed to be just happy with what she had, just satisfied with what she was given. I don’t think she’s that well paid, I don’t think she has the best living conditions, I don’t think fate has offered her the best opportunities, and I’m pretty sure she has tasted hard life a lot., but her warm smile which she never fails to pass around tells me that maybe she has found happiness in the little things in life, that’s how she captured my attention. I Like her, but still, I don’t know her name…