Window to the world

Hi everybody!
Sorry for the delay...
My first post is a translation and adaptation of a text written by Martha Medeiros that has been published in "O Globo" sometime ago.
Sarah was a teenager who, as usual, couldn't neither understand nor be understood by her father. One thing that pissed her off was to travel to a neighbor city, cuz during the ride he insisted on praising the river beside the road, but when she looked through her window, she could only see a string of sewage. For her, her father was being ironic and fooling her…Oh God, she really hated that!!… Well, the years passed, Sarah’s father passed away before they could solve their issues.
One day Sarah was driving in the same road she used to hate while travelling with her father, but now she was not sitting in the passenger’s seat, she was the driver. When she looked through the window, she was able to see a gorgeous river and its pure water. In that moment she realized that her father has never lied to her, he was just telling what he was seeing through his window…and that, maybe, he didn’t even know about the dirty river on the right side of road.
It happens in our lives more often than we think. Many times we judge people cuz they don’t see the world as we do, or cuz they don’t agree with us and cuz we can’t understand why the act like they do, when the only difference is the window they use to look at the world. Instead of judging or pushing away those who think in a different way, we should try to look through the same window they use.