I think it's good to close the night on a more positive post than what I wrote just before this, so I'll share with you some observations from my lunch yesterday.
I saw a little boy today; he adores his bigger sister--looking at her with wide eyes when she walks away, holding her hand when she's near. She's a tall nine, I think. He's three, maybe four, and has another brother there a year younger than him.
The boy of four wears brown hair, a red Spiderman t-shirt and khaki shorts.
He bear hugs his little brother and kisses his mother on the cheek. He glances occasionally at the cartoon on TV and, with his brother, hops between squares. The youngest boy, in a gray shirt striped in blue and khaki shorts, bounces from seat to seat, fusses over his food, but settles down, for as long as someone his age can. Not loud, any of them for being just a couple of tables in front of me.
His older sister brings him a drink to sip, her mother dessert, and laughs and smiles with her mother. The girl wears a pink top with shoulder straps, and a khaki skirt--a brunette like her mother. She has immaculate pink toenails and fingernails.
Her mother is wearing a black t-shirt, blue jeans and carries a full khaki purse. The tall girl brings the boys to the game room.
The mother has a moment to herself to finish the pastry her daughter brought her, then brings her boys their sipper cups and joins them.
They leave, with the harried mother is on her cell phone--her three children behind her. The mother is saying her and the kids had just eaten lunch. She pushes the wrong side of the door, pauses a split second and then is able to push on out, with the young girl looking after the boys beside her, holding Spiderman's hand.
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