Question

essay helping
a stranger​

Answer 1

Explanation:

I have been sitting here for hours watching a young man, no more than thirty, eat drink his coffee. I realize I've never seen such sadness inside a persons eyes before. Such an emptiness that I could never imagine where it came from. He in a sharp gray suit, but his ties undone. His hair hardly brushed. He stares at nothing and his hands clutch the coffee cup tightly. His knuckles white. My chin is rested on my palm and I watch him intently. Sighing, he sits up and drops his newly bought coffee into the trash and walks off. I'm so lost within my own wonder that I pick up my things and slowly follow him, not wanting to be noticed quit yet. He puts his hands in his pockets and stares into the sun set, as if waiting for someone to come running down from heaven to see him