When I walked back to the house on a cold day, my feet trip over a wallet that seems to fall without the knowledge of the owner. I picked up and looked inside to see if I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a crumpled letter that seemed to have been stored for years in it. The only thing written on the envelope sender address. I opened the letter, hoping to find clues.
Then I read the year "1924". The letter had been written more than 60 years ago. It was written in elegant handwriting on paper decorated with soft blue flowers in the small left-hand corner. Written on it, "Darling Michael", which indicates to whom the letter was written the name of Michael. The letter writer stated that he could not see her again because her mother forbade it. But, even then he still loved her. The letter was signed by Hannah. The letter was so beautiful.
etapi I still can not find out who's the owner's name. Maybe if I called information they could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope. "Operator," I said to the peneragan, "I have a request unusual.'m Trying to find owner of a wallet that I found on the street. Maybe you can help me give a phone number for the address on the envelope in the wallet ? "
She suggested I speak with his boss, who seemed not so happy with this additional work. Then he said, "We have a phone number address, but we can not give you." For the sake of politeness, he said, he would call that number, to explain what I found and ask if they were willing to talk to me. I waited a few minutes.
Soon he was contacted, he said, "There are people who want to speak with you." Then I asked the woman at the end of the line if she knew anyone named Hannah. She gasped, "Oh, we bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!" "Do you know where that family could be located now?" I asked. "I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some years ago," she said. "Maybe if you contact them to find out where their children, Hannah, was." Then he gave me the name of the nursing home. When I called there, they say that a woman, mother of Hannah, which I mean long-dead world. But they still have the phone number for where the girl lived. I thanked him and called the number they provided. Then, at the end of the line, a woman said that Hannah is now living in a nursing home.
"All of this seems silly," I said to myself. Why did I bother to find the owner of the wallet contained only three dollars and a letter written more than 60 years ago? But, what I called the nursing home in which Hannah was. A man who answered the phone said, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us." Although it was already 10 o'clock that night, I asked if I could see her. "Ok," he said hesitatingly, "if you want, maybe he is now watching TV in the living room."
I thanked him and drove to the nursing home. Nursing home building was very large. Guards and nurses who are on duty the night greeted at the door. Then, we climbed to the third floor. In the living room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah. She was a sweet, hair silvery gray, with a warm smile and twinkle in her eye. I told him about the wallet that I found. I also showed her the letter. When he saw the blue envelope gently with a little flower on the left, she took a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter is my last relationship with Michael." His eyes looked far away, thinking deeply. He said softly, "I'm very, very loved. At that time I was only 16 years old, and my mother felt I was too young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor." "Yes," he continued. Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. "When you see him, tell him I always think about it, and ,......."
He hesitated for a moment, biting his lip, he said, ...... say, I still love him. Do you know, young man, "he said with a smile. Now the tears," I'd never marry. I guess no one ever matched up to Michael. "I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I went downstairs to the basement. As he stepped out the door, the guard there said," Did the old lady able to help you? " I told him she had given me a clue, "I just got a last name is. I think I'll let it go for a while. I've spent almost the whole day trying to find the owner of this wallet. "I was out the wallet, leather dompat with red lacing on the sides. When the guard saw it, he exclaimed," Hey, wait a minute. That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet! I know exactly wallet with bright red yarn itu.Ia always losing that wallet. I must have found the wallet three times in this building. "
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked. My hands began to tremble. "He was one of the old building. He lived on the eighth floor. I know for sure, it was Mike Goldstein's wallet. He must have dropped it while walking outside." I thanked the guard and quickly ran to the nurse's office. I told her there what has been said by the guard. Then, we went back to the stairs and rushed to the eighth floor. I hope that Mr. Goldstein would be. When he reached the eighth floor, the nurse said, "I think he's still in the living room. He likes to read at night. He is a darling old man." We went to the only room that had any lights. There was a man reading a book. The nurse approached him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise. He then felt his back pocket and said, "Oh yes, my wallet is missing!" The nurse said, "kind gentleman has found a wallet. Maybe your wallet?" I handed the wallet to Mr. Goldstein. He smiled happily. He said, "Yes, that's it! Must have dropped this afternoon. I'll give you a gift." "No, thank you," I said. "But I must tell you something. I've read the letter in his wallet, the hope of finding out who the owner of this wallet."
The smile vanished instantly. "You read that letter?" "Not only read, I think I know where Hannah is." His face suddenly pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she? Tell me, tell me," he pleaded. "He was fine, and still as pretty as when you knew," I said softly. The old man smiled and asked, "Could you tell me where she is? I'll call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand, "Do you know a young kid, I still love him. And when it came to my life literally ended. I've never been married, I always loved her."
"Michael," I said, "Come follow me." Then we descended the stairs to the third floor. The hallways were dark. Only one or two small lights lit our way to the room where Hannah was sitting alone watching TV. The nurse approached him slowly.
"Hannah," the nurse said gently. He pointed towards Michael, who was standing next to me at the entrance. "Do you know this man?" She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, did not say a word. Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's me, Michael. Do you still remember me?" She gasped, "Michael! I do not believe it. Michael! You! My Michael!" He walked slowly towards Hannah. They then embraced. The nurse and I left with tears streaming down our faces. "Look," I said. "See how the Lord works. If it's meant, it will be."
About three weeks later, at the office I got a call from the nursing home. "Are you pleased to be present at a party on Sunday perkimpoian next? Michael and Hannah are getting married!" And the wedding, a beautiful wedding. All the people at the nursing home dressed up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a gray dress and looked beautiful light. While Michael was wearing a dark suit and standing upright. They made me their best. Nursing home to give gifts to their rooms.
And if you want to see how the couple aged 76 and 79 years of acting like two teenagers, you have to see this couple. Perfect end of a love affair that never go out for 60 years.
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