The Shared Umbrella

At a lonely bus stop, an umbrella leaned against the bench—a silent guardian

with a note: “For anyone who needs it. Please leave it here after.”

Rain came and went. The umbrella remained—a traveler learning stories from raindrops and whispers from

grateful hands. Each time it returned, it was folded more carefully, as if every stranger

wanted to say thank you without words. In a world of rush, the umbrella was a quiet testament

to shared kindness.