I tapped the steering wheel, trying to shake the weight on my chest, when I spotted a disheveled woman digging through a trash can. I slowed down, drawn in by her grim determination.
She looked fragile yet fierce, fighting for survival. Without thinking, I pulled over, rolled down my window, and asked, “Do you need help?”
Her response was sharp but tired: “You offering?”
“I just saw you there,” I admitted, stepping out. “It didn’t seem right.”
“What’s not right is life,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You don’t strike me as someone who knows much about that.”
“Maybe not,” I replied, then asked if she had a place to stay.
“No,” she said, and I felt compelled to offer my garage as a temporary home. To my surprise, she accepted, albeit reluctantly.
Over the next few days, we shared meals and conversations. Lexi’s sharp wit broke through my loneliness, but I could sense her hidden pain.
One afternoon, I barged into the garage and froze. There, sprawled across the floor, were grotesque paintings of me—chains, blood, a casket. Nausea hit me.
That night, I confronted her. “What are those paintings?”
Her face went pale. “I didn’t mean for you to see them. I was just… angry.”
“So you painted me as a monster?” I demanded.
She nodded, shame in her eyes. “I’m sorry.”
I struggled to forgive her. “I think it’s time for you to go.”
The next morning, I helped her pack and drove her to a shelter, giving her some money. Weeks passed, and I felt the loss of our connection.
Then, a package arrived—another painting. This one was serene, capturing a peace I hadn’t known. Inside was a note with Lexi’s name and number.
My heart raced as I called her. “I got your painting… it’s beautiful.”
“Thank you. I didn’t know if you’d like it,” she replied.
“You didn’t owe me anything,” I said, reflecting on my own unfairness.
“I’m sorry for what I painted,” she admitted. “You were just… there.”
“I forgave you the moment I saw that painting. Maybe we could start over.”
“I’d like that,” she said, a smile evident in her voice.
We made plans to meet again, and I felt a flicker of hope for what could be.
Why Barbara Streisand and Whoopi may leave America?!
Famous singer and actor Barbra Streisand has stated again that she will leave the country if a particular political candidate wins the president. Streisand, who strongly supported Hillary Clinton in 2016, voiced her displeasure with the current administration and her hesitation to stay in the nation under such leadership in a recent interview with Stephen Colbert on “The Late Show.”
Colbert questioned Streisand about possible places to relocate should she want to leave the country throughout the conversation. In a nonchalant tone, Streisand said, “Probably England, I like England.” She had previously expressed her desire to go to Canada or another nation in the event that the same candidate was elected president in 2016. So, this emotion is not wholly new.
Like many other celebrities, Streisand decided to remain in the United States after the 2016 election, despite her prior promise to leave the nation if the candidate won. After the election results, Cher, Bryan Cranston, and Amy Schumer—among other well-known people—made similar vows but chose to stay in the nation.
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