Why I love my woman


After being at work all afternoon and evening and finally arriving at her last subway stop, she finds a baby pigeon stranded there. She obtains some paper towels from the subway station workers and spends the next half hour frantically trying to catch the baby so that she can take it back up outside. When she is unable to capture it, she walks back home and comes into the apartment—where I am waiting wondering why she is so late—sobbing at the baby pigeon’s tragic fate.

Who could not love this girl?

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Author: manderson

I live in NYC.

1 thought on “Why I love my woman”

  1. That was so sweet. And…so nice of you to write ‘Why I love my Woman’ and ‘Who could not love this girl’.
    Yep, such things should be felt and spoken more often these days in the world.

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