Because sometimes all you need to start a conversation is a glance from across the lunch tables. (:
Ok so it wasn’t exactly coffee. It was a cup of water.
And it wasn’t exactly a guy. It was a little 6 year old.
I’ve only played with him a few times, but he never remembered my name. But this time he did and he recognized me and I waved him over to come and talk to me.
And so I spent 20 minutes talking to him about playgrounds and handball and magic (he did magic for me. SO CUTE.) and birthdays and hobos and ghosts and all these different things.
And at the very end he gave me a silly band that he had (: Apparently it’s really special too.
It’s nice to feel like a little kid again. Yesterday I was wondering where that had all gone. But stuff like that doesn’t leave if you don’t want it to (:
He gave me a big hug. And I told him he was a true friend and he smiled so big.
