Masterpiece

Wandering with no particular destination, a young girl walked incessantly with sorrow spelled all over her face , unable to hear the noise of the twaddling crowd and the cars passing by . Feeling down-hearted, she sat down along the side of the street. Right at that solitary moment, a young man staring out of his car's window, sees the girl just across the road weeping, speculating on what could have happened. Deliberating on whether to attend to her or not, the boy finally spoke.

"Stop the car!" he exclaimed, unceasingly looking back at the pavement where he last saw the girl following her through his line of vision. The car came to a halt. The young man, hesitantly went down and walked towards the unspeakably sad young woman.

"Aren't you past the age of crying in th middle of the street?" the man instigated as the young lady slowly lifted her head to see who just spoke. "Girls, you know, sometimes think it's pretty to cry but actually it's not true."

Without warning, the young woman started to sob piercingly. "Miss?" the guy asked questionably unable to crack what is it that he had said that made things worse. The girl continued to cry blatantly. "Miss?" And still, tears constantly fell down her cheeks. Passers-by even thought that they were couples on the verge of breaking up. The man, sensitive enough to feel what things go inside the head of the passers-by carefully and shyly called out, "It wasn't me!, It wasn't me!"

Not being able to sense what's happening around her, focusing entirely on what has been bothering her, the lady continued to cry loudly as the guy whispered "Miss! Please! Miss!"

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While the young man served tea to his guest, the young woman was astonished by the craftiness and workmanship of the teacup that was standing in front her. Smiling at the girl's innocent examination of the cup, the man grab the cup and triggered, "This thing, it looks pretty weak right?" Unable to know what to say, the girl stared blankly as the man instantaneously dropped the clay cup.

"It's stronger than it looks. Do you know how long it took for that cup to be like that?" Not knowing the answer to the question, the girl burried herself to a more silenced aura. "Sorted, stepped on, cut and then burned at 1300 degrees, that's not yet the end. If after all of that, it's still not right, then it has to be thrown out like this." The young man stood up, grabbed the hammer, wrapped the cup with a cloth and hammered the cup into pieces. Still incapable of knowing where the man is getting at, the young woman kept her peace.

"To become strong, this is what you have to go through. Just like what you went through today." Surprisingly, the woman flashed a timid smile and said, "I think I understand what you're saying. Thank you"

**End**