She was not beautiful. Nothing about her was extraordinary. Nothing about her made her stand out in a crowd. She grew up in a family of six and being the eldest, she learned responsibility at an early age.
As she grew, she instilled a sort of light and cheer to whomever she met. She was not beautiful, but she made others feel better about themselves. She meets a rebel boy who thinks he is all man, they become fast friends and she fell in love with him.
The man then fell in love with a girl named Anna. He tells her Anna is like a beautiful angel. The girl swallows a lump at her throat. She was not beautiful, she did not posses the heart of the one he loved, but she did not care. As long as he was happy, she would be happy. She helped write the most beautiful letters to his angel. All the time visioning it was she herself receiving those very letters. And so the girl helped him choose the right clothes, say the right words, and buy the right gifts for his angel.
His angel brought him much joy. Then one day, the angel he loved left him for another richer man. The boy was stunned. He was so hurt, he did not speak for days. The girl went to him. He cried on her shoulder. Time went by and so wounds heal. The boy realizes something about his friend. Something he never realized before. How her laughter sounded heavenly and how her smiles brightened up the darkest days! This plain, simple girl was beautiful to him. On one day, he picked up all his courage to see her. He walked to her house, nervous, and fidgeting, Running his thoughts over and over his head.
He was going to tell her how beautiful she was to him. He was going to tell her how wonderfully in love he was with her. He knocked. No one was home. The next day, he found out that the girl he truly fell in love with had a brain tumor that put her into a coma. The doctors were grim.
Finally, he got to see her. He held her hand and he cried for this beautiful girl. She had taught the rebel boy to love and what it is to be loved. She was the most beautiful girl in the world to him. He cried, but it was too late.
Look around. Aren‘t there a lot of plain faces? Take a good look or you might just miss out that beautiful person.