A feet like yours, that's what my prays are for

- Sometimes I just close my eyes and expect for you to tell me what to do.

- You shouldn't. I'm nothing but a mere woman. I live an ordinary life, without anything that makes me a good counselor. I even many times find myself struggling hard against the common problems of people's life, achieving nothing better than anyone has.

- You are wrong, my darling. When you say so I do really think that I know you better than you do. I know what you are capable of, and how far would you get if furnished with the proper means. I have endeavored much more than you ever did, but for what price? With lesser resources you had not only gotten the closest to me than anyone ever had, but you still don't quit fighting, unlikely everyone else, whose morals would have been completely vanished if they could see so many pain and suffering in their pathways, as you see on yours.

- I still don't agree. I'm not this courageous and heroic character you fantasize about who I am. If given the opportunity, I'd runaway without hesitation. What keep me fighting is the lack of options. Life gave me nothing but a trail to walk, and I do nothing to roam between the places that maintain me alive, waiting for one day when the painful stroll will come to an end.

- Yes, maybe that's true. But, as I said, you have something that I haven't seen in anyone else. Maybe you don't know, but your road are very harder than most people's. And even so, you still have enduring feet. You have the strongest feet I've ever seen, but you got also the worst road, so that's not very helpful. What I intend to attain is a feet like yours, but to use them in an adequate floor. A feet like yours, that's what my prays are for. But I can't cut them off and use by myself. They aren't my number, and I also think they look much better on you. What I propose is that you abandon your road and come walk with me. But I also know that you won't do this. You said that you have one option, but that's untrue. There's only one option that you want, and I'm affraid that you will pursue it until you find it, or until you no feet left. I also think that that's what make you so strong. You do have injured feet, but you keep walking, and don't let anyone else see what makes you hurt. That's why you can't stop, because if anybody sees your deep wounds, they would make you abort your travel. So... keep your tears to yourself, as you have been doing since ever. I'm not here to save you from the hell where you are travelling. I just pray that one day you'll find the reward you're looking for, and your search really were worth the gravel in the way.

She walked past me as I finished saying these last words. There were no need to see, I knew she was carrying heavy tears on her eyes. Her body just stood at the door and she turned to me one last time.

- Thank you.

She said, and walked away.