While stooping down look at something in a grocery store, Desiree heard a small voice say, “Ma’am.” She didn’t look around or acknowledge, thinking someone else was being addressed. A moment later a light hand pressed against Desiree’s shoulder, “Hello, Ma’am.”
Glancing up, Desiree found a curly-haired boy of
about four standing there. “Oh, hello,”
she responded.
The boy appraised Desiree for a moment. “You are SO beautiful!” he told her.
“Thank you!” said Desiree.
“And your hair!” added the boy while reaching out
with his hand to feel her long black tresses.
Naturally, Desiree more or less melted right there on
the spot and we can fairly say this made her entire month worthwhile. When she later relayed the story to me, she
still glowed with pleasure. “Well,” I said, “the kid is not wrong.”
—Mitchell
Hegman
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