by Georgette Sullins
Two friends deliberately introduced us. We shared two common languages and he attended my father’s alma mater. A year later, at a bus stop he drove by and asked me where I was going. I told him I needed to get to the metro exchange. He drove me there as we exchanged pleasantries. Another year later our eyes met at the metro exchange. In a city of 20,000,000 people, what are the odds? He waved. He smiled warmly. Again we exchanged pleasantries. That was the last time I saw him. I don’t even remember his name.
Georgette Sullins is a wife, mother, grandmother and retired teacher who hails from the great state of Texas. A naturalized American citizen of Dutch descent, Georgette was born in Mexico and moved to the States at an early age. She shares stories of her childhood and the lessons she learned growing up at georgettesullins.wordpress.com. She does her best writing and reminiscing from a chair that swivels and rocks.
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