Short love stories about simple joys: Simple and Humble Happiness
Her warm shoes broke; she discovered it while washing her feet at night.
She said to him, “This weekend, let’s go shopping together and buy a new pair. It’s cold this year, so let’s get something warmer.” He agreed.
The next day, he got up early. Usually, he would sit on the sofa with a cup of water and watch the morning news, but this day, he went out.
She didn’t pay much attention and continued with her usual morning routine in the kitchen—making soybean milk, boiling eggs, heating up buns… Both of them worked, so they usually had breakfast around 8 a.m., finished tidying up the house by 8:30 a.m., and left for work on time.
But on this day, it was already 8:10 a.m., and he still hadn’t returned. She was getting anxious at home, mumbling, “Where could he have gone so early? Isn’t he worried about being late for work?”
After a while, he returned, out of breath, holding a pair of shoes in his hand. The shoes were rose red, with an embroidered jade rabbit on the upper.
He smiled and said to her, “It’s cold, and you love to surf the internet late at night. How can you go without warm shoes? So I went out early to buy them. But these shopkeepers are lazy too; hardly any stores were open. I had to go through several streets to find them. This year is the Year of the Tiger, and here are a pair of jade rabbits for you. Try them on and see if they fit.”
The shoes were like the rising sun on a winter morning, warming her heart.
She is a friend of mine, and whenever we get together, she often shares her small and simple joys with me. Through these little events she tells, I see her happiness.
I remember when I was young, my father was away, and my mother struggled to raise me and my brother. Occasionally, when she got an apple or some peanuts, she would always divide them into two portions, giving them to my brother and me, never taking a bite herself. When we grew a little older and more aware, we would plan together—my brother would hold her arm, and I would hold her head down, forcing the good food into her mouth. She would smile with tears in her eyes, unwilling but happily chewing…
Now, my mother is no longer here, but every time I think about it, the memories of those small moments flow like a gentle stream, bringing happiness to our hearts.
An elderly couple lives downstairs from me. The old lady is slow in both her movements and temperament, while the old man is quick in both. Every evening after dinner, they go for a walk. The old man, impatient, always leaves first and waits for the old lady at the entrance to the courtyard. Once she comes out, taking her time, he continues walking.
The two of them always walk with the old man ahead and the old lady behind, but they are never more than ten or twenty meters apart. At every corner, the old man stops to wait for the old lady until she catches up, then he continues walking.
The two have walked together for decades. Their love has turned into simple and humble habits. They don’t speak, but they touch people’s hearts. Whenever I see them, I think of this phrase: “As long as you are within my sight, I am at ease.” That warmth, though subtle, is infinitely serene.
Happy families are all simple, just like the daily necessities, like waiting for everyone to gather around the table for a warm meal… like the raindrops gathering on the eaves—ordinary, but each drop echoes, bringing peace and a sense of lasting reality.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
