In a certain city, a very ordinary taxi driver, drives in the corner of the city everyday like the wind, but does not take the initiative to pick up passengers. And no one knows where he is, which station he is going to. But every passer-by hopes to do his passengers at a time luckily.
One night about 9 o’clock, a little girl wandered around the way to home with the umbrella, moving hardly step by step. She saw forward habitually and found a taxi was coming to her side. Then she waved his hand to the taxi, and got on it successfully. She put down his backpack carried her all books at least 12.
“beautiful lady, could you tell me where you would like to go?” With sweet voice, the driver asked politely when he was beginning to drive.
“Mr. I do not know where I will to go. Home, school, my friends’ home and every place I have known, everyplace is ok.” In a weak voice. And she closed her eyes lying on the seat.
Driver found something wrong, and the girl was sorrowful. Maybe she considered that home, school and her friends’ home were common. She did not know where she should go and no one cared where she will go.
Then he drove slower, and said,” would you like to know a story about the hen?”
The driver took a breath smoothly. “You know！In the countryside, people don't lock the chicken up, thought the hen have little chicken. But normally no chicken will be lost. Do you know the reason?” driver turn to her when he was asking her. But the girl shook her head just like nothing happened. Then he went on to say, “because the hen is caring her children all the time, when one of them lost, the hen will find him worriedly and carefully with others. And the lost will make noise to let the hen search him. The hen care every little chicken and the little chickens believe their mom love them……” When the drive intended to go on, a soft voice was surrounding his ears. “Mom, I will go home right now！”
The drive did not know what her mother said, but looked her eyes with tears and her voice was happy. In addition, he known he should look forward to the next passage.
Still now, the drive is around us and never get away.