The last complete page held a sentence written just for me. The last page had a note. It said: “If this ended up with you, it means you looked up when most people looked away.”
I reread that line many times. I stared at that sentence for a long time. It was an explanation and a gentle challenge all in one.
Continuing the Mission
The strange, silent understanding marked a change in how I viewed the world around me. Days passed like that. I began to look for the things she looked for. I started noticing more. I saw The old man who dozed off every morning but always folded his newspaper neatly before he slept. I saw The young woman with paint-stained hands who helped the driver tape a broken mirror with her own duct tape. And I saw A teenager who offered his headphones to a crying toddler just to calm her down.
Inspired by her example, I also picked up a pen. I started writing too. In the blank pages of the journal. Just little things I noticed, just like she did.
One day, I decided it was time to return her precious journal. One day, I handed the book back to her. To my surprise, She didn’t take it.
Instead, she finally broke her silence and offered a command. She just said, “Keep going.”
That was the first time she spoke to me.
