They met on a little train. The warm morning had turned the boy’s cheeks pink, yet next to him sat an old man clad in a long, black wool coat. As the child intently studied the brown almond eyes and road-mapped face the ancient one smiled and with two fingers traced down the cheek of the two-year old. He spoke gentle words to my child, his language unknown to me.
I looked on in amazement. Two souls, one tired and worn and one fresh and new met and exchanged a magical moment that spanned cultures and generations. It was beautiful.
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This really happened to my child on the train at Disneyland when he was two. It was one of the perfect moments that life presents to us every once in awhile. My son doesn't remember it, but I do and I will always remember this magical moment.
1 year ago