Taxi

Another day at work for Azriel. Work will begin at 8:00 a.m. and end at nightfall. There’ll be plenty of passengers, as always. A man is driving through the still sleepy city, notices a girl waving at him and stops. She gets into the car and gives him the address. The cab starts. - You’re very beautiful, have you noticed? - What? No… I don’t know many people. You know, I’m only fifteen, but I don’t date anyone, and I have almost no friends. - Maybe it’s your family. - You guessed it… My mom passed away when I was a little girl. My father barely pays attention to me. Asriel is pushing the pedal harder. - I feel sorry for you. You know, I never had any family at all. - Oh, that’s terrible! - What were you doing out so early? - I had to visit my grandmother. My father doesn’t like her very much, so I have to go alone. - Is she sick? - Yes, very ill. The doctors say she only has a few years left. The girl sighed. - To be honest, I was in such a hurry that when I ran across the road I was almost run over by a car. She grinned nervously. - I still have to go to the store to get some medicine. I hope I have enough money. - Is something wrong? - My father doesn’t give me much… - We’re here. - How much do I owe you? - It’s nothing. Run to your grandmother. - Thank you very much! The girl jumped out of the car and ran towards the nearest pharmacy. And Azriel saw her off with a warm look for a long time.