Alone?

Alone?

by Valita Jill Patterson

I, along with hundreds of others, was standing at the Bucharest airport at Arrivals. While waiting, I saw many come out from behind the automated doors. As one lady exited, she scanned the crowd. She walked back and forth looking everywhere. She then stopped in front of me and as people jostled her right and left, she pulled out her cell phone and made a call. On reaching the number, she said with desperation, “Where are you? I’m here all alone!”   Continue reading “Alone?”