Broken
I parked my car and I was walking into the mall. I heard a little girl’s voice cry out, “Spider-Man hat!” I looked over to see a mother pushing a stroller with a baby boy in it, being helped by her daughter who was no older than four, followed by a grandmother. I held the door open for them as they walked into the mall and I smiled at them as they said “thank you.”
And it felt good.
And I thought it was going to be a beautiful day.
Something broke.
Allah's Slave said,
March 16, 2006 @ 11:37 am
so what broke?