I met a little kid today, at a traffic light. We didn't exchange many words, but his light brown eyes expressed a sad warmth I somehow understood. He knocked on my window and stuck his face against the pane. His nostrils flared against the glass, as he tried hard to present a sad face, but couldn't resist the temptation of returning my smile.
I pulled out a candy from my pocket and made a gesture like a magician and handed it over to him. He bobbed his head once, mangled curls that would otherwise adorn an innocently cute face. He walked away satisfied, while his mother shouted in a distance, Not sweets, you little brat, ask for money.
