The faint lights from my living room provided just enough backlighting for me to see the person on my porch - but as a phantom more than a real person.

Oh my God! It was an ex-ex-ex-girlfriend whom I hadn't seen or heard from in many years.

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Quickly, I shuffled to my front door, opened it, reached in, and switched on my porch light.

And what I saw made my jaw drop.

This once beautiful Asian sweetheart now looked like a forlorn homeless person.

Gone was the luxurious brown, butt-length hair, manicured nails, and subdued make-up that used to frame her angelic face.

Her face, arms, and hands were sun burnt, almost black; not the luscious mocha color I remembered.

Her hair was barely collar-length. Much later I learned that she had sold her hair to local wig makers.

She had sunken eyes and was rail thin.

Her once stunning figure now resembled a boy more than a woman.

Dirty and disheveled, she was wearing an old, filthy T-shirt that was torn in many places.

Her jeans looked four sizes too large and were rolled up to calf length.

Flip-flops that were held together with masking tape looked painfully small for her scarred, muddy feet.

I slowly walked toward her and put out my hand.

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She sprinted the last four steps between us, grabbed my hand, pulled me closer, and tightly wrapped her arms around me as if she thought I would soon vaporize and disappear - like the rest of her hallucinations...

By JaiChai

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This is YOUR TORUM INVITATION!

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Excerpted from: Suckers and Samaritans. Same Thing? - JaiChai 2017. Revised 12-21-2020. All rights reserved.