Perfect morning with the beans
Good morning people!
Good morning Tokyo.
Breakfast in bed, Paris
They stood outside their building, six feet apart. He stood across her and kicked a pebble towards the street. “What did you do today?” he asked.
She shook her head to say nothing. “You?”
He shrugged his shoulders, “Nothing.”
They stood in silence for the next half hour. It just felt nice to see another human that’s not their reflection on the mirror. They didn’t have to talk.
“I guess we have a lot in common,” he teased.
She smiled but he probably couldn’t tell because of her face mask. But when she looked over at him, the sides of his eyes were crinkled and she knew. He was smiling, too.
Mama, she asked. Maybe they’re angry because they haven’t eaten.
I stroked my four year old’s hair. Yes, baby. They’re hungry and they have no means to eat, I told her.
So, why are they getting a time out? She looked confused. She stepped out of the bedroom and ran back with her favorite animal crackers. Mama, let’s give them this, so they won’t be angry anymore.
I hugged my kid tight. I couldn’t help but cry. I wiped my tears before she could see. I love you, honey. Yes, they won’t be. Thank you for being so generous.
Oh to see the world with a child’s eyes, maybe there won’t be any angry men, only kind people looking out for each other, making sure everyone isn’t hungry. Making sure no one is ever angry again.