Diana Mary Murphy

I see her walking in front of my shop. Wears a Miniskirt, Worried face, Skin and bones. Asking for change. I usually, ignore panhandlers. That day, while looking for change. I asked: What’s your name? Diana Murphy Diana Mary? How you know my middle Name? Mary? it is a beautiful Name. Only a few people call me by that name. Her eyes full of water. We had a small profound conversation. then, I tell her that she is not alone. She thanks me. As she is leaving I heard her saying: “I’m not alone, I’m not alone...” After, a few weeks. I see her pass by the shop. Hi, Diana Mary Murphy! She looks at me in amazement and said: How can you remember my name? Do you know how many people I see daily? Nobody cares about my name! "Those are the little things" I love you! I love too, I reply. then she goes away. The story may continue… "Those are the little things"