“Blue Paris” This has been a quiet trip. My mother was sad, surely worried about my grandmother’s health, maybe that is why my father wanted me as her companion, so that at least she didn’t pass the night alone in Paris. But it doesn’t seem that I’ve been of any help, because I just couldn’t distract her away from the silence, the anguish. Could be the disease of my grandmother …showed first 75 words of 578 total…

…showed last 75 words of 578 total…gorgeous waitress greets me. She is the only pleasant thing I’ve been able to see in this gray city. She is my angel. Maybe my destiny is here with her, in this new country. She let’s me see a new horizon, my problems have a solution, it’s not that bad. And it’s not just me in this world; I’m not alone anymore. Paris is not as blue as I thought.