There was this quiet male Chinese cleaner who swept the grounds and cleaned the college. He was thin and frail looking. A mean person would say he was retarded due to this facial structure. I noticed that he always looked at students studying. Every day before he went home, he would stand by the study tables and looked at the open books. He seemed so sad; then he would walk away with his signature gait.
I don't know why but I can't erase that image even after all these years. What was his story? Perhaps, he had always wanted to go to school but never had the chance due to poverty or war or ... Perhaps, he longed to learn how to read. Gosh, I wish I had talked to him then. I wished I knew what was on his mind when he looked at our books. I wish I had helped him... :(