I (wait) for the bus when I met the woman. "You look tired. Come and sit here," she said. "Where will you go?" "I don't know. I just want to catch a bus and see what it will be like at the end."

    "I'm afraid you (see) nothing there. Why (not enjoy) the sights on the way?"

    "How can I do that while my heart's breaking?" I asked sadly. My best friend left me.

    The woman seemed to understand my feeling. "Don't cry, little girl. I've had a similar experience. Thirty-five years ago, my husband left our three children and me. I was deadly sad. I decided (kill) myself and the children, so I took them to the sea. However, they seemed to know what (happen), so they cried loudly. Their cry suddenly woke me up. How could I give up my hope to live for one of the life's problems? After that, I worked hard to raise the children. Now they all live happily and one of them has his own family.

    Then the woman gave me a smile, "We should never (wait) for the door to open before us. We should find the key to the door or try to find another way."