Through The Window

Nine in the morning, the roads were full of buzzing cars and motorbikes and I was sitting in a bus next to the window. As I was looking through the window, something caught my eye. It was a small house with a welded metallic door, painted orange, next to the road which leads down to a street. There was a tree in the corner and a motorbike was parked in front of the house.

But what made me look at the house was a little boy who was sitting at the door in his uniform, waiting for the school bus and his mother was next to him holding his little sister. The very minute the bus arrived and the boy got into the bus, his little sister started crying.Then the boy got down from the bus, kissed his little girl and ensured her that he will be back by evening to play with her.

This was the cutest thing I had ever come across and the most beautiful house I had ever seen.