This is a note to myself. To remember a story that a total stranger shared with me.
A lady came in to the store this morning for the first time. She was looking for some herbal tea for her cold. She doesn’t like ginger very much. So, I recommended my personal favourite herbal tea, "Herbal Symphony".
I bagged the tea for her and when she paid for it, I recognized two Chinese characters tattooed on her wrist that read 天使. I know that together, they mean an angel. I said to her "you have an
angel". And she said “yes, this is my daughter” with a sad smile. Her daughter had passed away when she was 11 years old. The angel lady spoke softly.
I choked and teared up. I said “I am very sorry.”
She said that she is OK, now.
I have two daughters. I fight with them, nag or yell at them too often. I forget how lucky I am having healthy, loving girls with me every day.
This lady may be my angel, expressing to me that I should be happier and love more.
I don't even know her name. If she comes back again, I would like to have a cup of tea with her, perhaps "Angel's Dream" tea.
Everybody has stories to tell. I am grateful for the many people who share with me at the store.
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