The Lady at the Window
Every morning, in a quiet little village, the same sight greeted passersby: a kind-looking lady leaning out of her wooden window, framed by bright curtains and warm sunshine. Her name was Marta, though everyone affectionately called her “Auntie Marta,” whether they were related or not.
Marta had lived in the same cozy cottage all her life. Her window was her connection to the world—through it, she watched the seasons change, children grow up, and neighbors come and go. She had a way of making everyone feel seen. A simple wave from her could lift the spirits of even the grumpiest traveler.
But Marta wasn’t just watching—she was listening, too. If someone stopped to chat, she would offer gentle advice, share a short story, or simply listen with patience that felt like sunshine on a cold day. People often left her window with lighter hearts and brighter smiles.
One spring afternoon, a little girl named Lila asked her, “Auntie Marta, why do you always sit here?” Marta smiled softly and said, “Because sometimes, the world just needs someone to notice it.”
From that day on, Lila made it her habit to wave to Marta every morning, and soon others followed. The little window became a symbol of connection in the village—a reminder that kindness can start with something as small as a smile from an open window.
