I’m no good at guessing people’s ages, but I think she was maybe 2 years old. He looked like he was in his 80s. Her grandfather? Her great-grandfather? It didn’t really matter. What mattered was that she had a problem, and he was going to fix it for her. It didn’t matter that they’d stopped in the middle of the crosswalk. She had a problem, and he was going to fix it for her. Cars, bikers and other pedestrians simply moved around them. I couldn’t tell what problem was, but he was going to fix it for her.
A moment later, as my bus moved on, I saw that he had fixed her problem. She took his hand and they continued on their way.
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She had gone shopping with her mother, and mom had bought a rug beater – that thing you use to beat dust out of rugs, bedding, and other things you have hung out to air. But this little girl was holding the rug beater high and proudly, as if it were a queen’s royal scepter. Something special.
All of a sudden, I wanted to run back to the store and buy one, too.
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