Talking to a stranger

Yesterday I ventured to the library in hopes to get some schoolwork done. I took my boyfriend with me to show him where I spent countless hours getting lost in different magical worlds as a child. I hadn’t been back there for almost 15 years and everything of course seemed to shrink. We found a table inside the childrens books enclave because that was the only place that had outlets available. As we sit down to open our respective laptops we are joined by two little blonde girls in tutus and their father. Seeing daddy daughter dates is one of the most adorable sightings, in my opinion. The older one sat and read to herself while the other picked her books up and made herself comfortable at our child-size table. She was quiet and unsuspecting at first, but then gradually began to make playful eye contact with me and my boyfriend before she built up the courage to ask me my name. Olivia’s eyes were so big and blue, her pink cheeks swell when she smiled. She then whispers to me that she can’t read these words in her book and I oblige to help her read as long as she flips the pages. We go on giggling softly and reading a couple stories before her father tells her they are leaving. We say our goodbyes and she thanks me for helping her. I can’t help but feel a smile cross my face and then radiate throughout my whole body. Getting to relive the joy of library visits and the most fearless curiosity through our encounter was simply heartwarming.