Updated on June 11th, 2026
In this blog, I’m writing about a lady whom I call my Angel friend. She was in her eighties, and her skin was wrinkled, but despite that, her blushing eyes knew how to make people fall in love. In her old age, she is still exquisite and attractive. I have known her for a few years. We used to meet occasionally in a shopping mall near my residence. We became good friends. I still remember the day we first met. She was in the same shopping mall searching for something. I liked her at first sight, and tried to talk to her that day.’ I think you are searching for something. May I help you?’ She turned to me with a smile, and since then, we have become friends. We shared coffee; we had a good chat that day.
She was living on a different side of a shopping mall. That day, we waved goodbye and went our ways. During our conversation, one thing shocked my soul and mind. When I asked what she did for her whole life as a profession, she was lost in her thoughts, eyes closed, and then, with all the pain in her voice, she said,’ I was an escort.’ It stunned me to hear her words. I said nothing. On my way home, I was thinking only of her. How can such a beautiful and calm lady say this? Did she really have such a past? My mind did not believe her words.
After that day, we met many times, but I never dared to ask again. I always liked her beautiful eyes and graceful smile.
A few days ago, when I went to church, I saw her sitting in a corner, praying with her eyes closed. I saw her from quite a distance. She looked like an angel. On the back wall of the church, I also saw a picture of Mother Mary. Felt so much resemblance.
I wanted to ask her why she said she was an escort, but I had neither the courage nor the words. I was sitting and praying, and suddenly someone asked me,’ Where are you lost, my child?’ It was the father of the church. I shared my doubt with him. He knew her well, and what he told me really stunned me. He told me she is a fantastic lady. She was not an escort. What she told me was not true.
She loved someone
In fact, in her youth, she was in love with someone. She loved a man in his hard times, gave him a better lifestyle, supported him, and did all she could to love him, but that man had different intentions. He was with her not out of love or care, but for selfish reasons. She was a beautiful and innocent girl. She couldn’t understand the materialistic, selfish reasons a man had for being with her. Time passed, and by one day, he left her all alone in the world with debt on her shoulders, tears in her eyes, and sickness and pain in her heart. She cried alone for so many days.
She started inhaling drugs and alcohol, but nothing was helping her; she was still in his memories and was hoping for him to come back.
I saw her standing at the door, waiting for him. One day, she heard him say,’ I befooled you.’ She started crying louder, and then the next morning, she woke up. She said to herself, it was not you who befooled me; it was me who got befooled; I knew at every step that u don’t love me; you have reasons to be with me, but I thought you would change because I love you so much.
Having frustration and thinking that she slept with a man who was using her as an escort for the tenure of time for his selfish motives, she engraved deep a thought in her mind that she is an escort. With this thought, she lived her whole life.
Hearing all this, I was in tears, completely voiceless. I turned back, but nobody was there. I came back home with a heavy heart. Never met her again.
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