The Sadness of Silence
One cold winter evening, a poignant scene unfolded as a small bent ninety-year-old woman made her way to a phone repair shop, using her rickety walker. She approached the counter and handed over a decrepit looking phone wrapped in an old handkerchief, requesting the repair man to look into the issue. “It never rings”, she told him. The repair man took the phone and to his surprise noticed that the senior lady had kept the phone fully charged.
He tested the little device and found nothing wrong with it. He then told her that the phone is in good condition, and that he will just clean it for her. The woman’s face marked with wrinkles, looked up at him and through her thick glasses, with a dazed expression, she asked, “then why does the phone not ring? Why does no one call me? You know I have seven children.”