The strange lady..

there she was..
wandering aimlessly at the pavement..
staring blankly into the gloomy sky..
suddenly.. our eyes met in the mirror..
then slowly.. she walked towards us..
and she started mumbling..
what was she trying to tell us..?
not even a clue..
then she smiled..
a grin so innocent like that of a little girl..
in fact.. from the wrinkles on her forehead..
we knew that she's already a mid-aged lady..
this continued for the next few seconds..
honestly.. it's kindna irritating as we were having our supper that time..
suddenly, a hawker came by.. as if he sensed our annoyance..
"go away!" he yelled..
"my customers are having their meal.."
so again.. she walked away at a snail's pace..
shifting her target to another diner..
that instant, only did i realize she was mentally-disabled..
where is her family? where are her relatives?
no one seemed to be concerned about her..
or maybe she just ran away from her house perhaps?
it's almost 12 midnight..
and we were on our way back..
i turned my head, looking through the window of the car in search of that lady..
she was still there.. telling her stories again..
i could sense the frustration from the diner's face..
but she moved on with her tales..
with a naive grin etched on her face..
then.. the car started accelerating..
and her figure slowly faded away..
i wonder why my heart suddenly aches..
but what else can i do except praying for her?