To be sure, she before long got sure enough to begin going without anyone else. At some point, as she was going to get off the transport, the driver stated, "Madam, I truly begrudge you. It must feel so great to be dealt with and secured as are you."
Misha had no clue what the driver was discussing, and asked, " What do you mean?"
The driver replied, " You know, each morning, a refined man in a military uniform stands on the opposite side of the street watching you as you leave the transport. He ensures you go across the street securely and he watches you until you enter your place of business. At that point he makes a gesture of blowing you a kiss and leaves. You are a blessed lady."
Tears of bliss streamed down her cheeks. In spite of the fact that she couldn't see her better half, she had consistently felt his essence. Misha was fortunate, so fortunate, for he had given her a blessing more dominant than locate, a blessing she didn't have to see to accept – an endowment of affection that can bring light where there has been haziness.