It was afternoon, after lunch. I was walking.

I had just eaten a bowl of soup at one of those chain sandwich stores.

But then, right then, I was simply walking. And I continued walking, until I ran into someone.

I suppose I should have been paying more attention. I mean, the sidewalk wasn’t tiny, if I’d seen the person before, I could have easily moved out of the way.

Though I suppose the same could be said for her.

The her in question was a woman, perhaps in late twenties, that was holding the hand of a little girl, who was perhaps five.

It was obvious that they were mother and daughter. The impatient, yet somehow loving, way that the woman dragged the little girl down the street proved that. As did the fact that they were practically identical, other than age.

The little girl looked up at me, smiled, and handed me a lollipop.

The woman didn’t notice, she walked away, taking her daughter with her.

But I noticed.

The girl gave me a lollipop. And that is something, I guess.