Marissa

I’ve walked by the same homeless woman now for three days in a row. Each time I try to give her what spare change I might have or lately even more. Every time she looks at me with the sad eyes and says God bless you, sir. I’m very curious as to what her story is and how she got into the situation she’s in. She seems to have full mental capacity so I wonder how she got here. This time I stop and talk to her a little bit more. She’s very grateful that I pain any attention whatsoever to her. She says most people just walk by and treat her like she’s part of the sidewalk. I decide to offer her a job taking care of my house. I live alone and it’s too much for me.