It’s a Good Day

She was wandering around looking a little lost and a little neglected. She looked pretty in her muted sky-blue printed pinafore, which wasn’t a CoCo or a Ralph Lauren, more like Target’s home brand for kids. It would have been difficult to spot her among the crowds on her appearance alone but like any other child she had her own brand of freshness. A cheery smile lit up her face most of the time. I stopped to check on her. She looked up and I was surprised to see even pensive frown lines on that young forehead - a telltale sign of ups and downs and frowns and tempers. She definitely had her moods this one.
“Where’s your Mommy? Or, your Daddy maybe?” I asked.
“She is somewhere around. I don’t see her much these days” she said.
“What!?” I thought...surprised and perplexed by this response.
“Really? Doesn’t she take care of you?”
“Most of the time, but sometimes she wanders off and returns only when she remembers me.”
“Oh, how responsible!?!” I thought...shaking my head in disapproval.
And deciding that she needed more than a little help, I reached out for her hand. Suddenly I realized how young she was. They don’t even talk at that age - I used to think.
“What’s your name baby? How old are you?”
“I’m called C'est la Vie! And today, I turn 6 months old.”
She raised questioning and hopeful eyes at me.
“Could you ask her to take better care of me?”

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It’s been 6 months folks and though I’m not as regular with the posts as I want to be, I know this is here to stay. Thanks for making me feel so welcome!