I waited behind a mom and her
Daughter.
I guessed they were from India.
I was correct.
I guessed the young miss was eight.
I was wrong.
"I'm five," she said.
(The same age my Rachel was when her
Father died.)
I bent over a bit so I could look into her
Face.
"Wow! You're tall for your age."
"That's what my daddy tells me."
She was cradling a fluffy gray bunny in
Her arms.
"My girls loved stuffed animals." I told her.
"I have a ton more at home." she said.
Her mom nodded in agreement.
"I have a rabbit this tall."
And she stretched one arm up and the other
Down.
"I have a big frog and Minnie Mouse, but
This one is my favorite. I take it everywhere."
And she scrunched the beloved bunny against her
Face.
"Do you have a brother or sister?"
"I have a big sister who is twelve."
"I have two daughters, too, but they're all
Grown up now."
The little lady was articulate.
Her big brown eyes were expressive and
Her sweet smile endeared her to me.
"You remind me of my girls when they were
Your age. I miss them."
She grinned, not able to see into my heart.
I imagine that five year old girls must be
Pretty much the same around the world.
Standing in line I had a charming time
Conversing with one of them.