Old Cookies

I was sitting in the bus today, doing my usual thing: listening to a mix of Soft Cell, NMA and The Chameleons, my head thinking of the book Im currently reading (it’s called We by Zamyatin, Yevgeny, go get it!) when I see a very old lady trying to fix her hair in a frantic. I supressed a laugh, since her calics obviously were not going to behave. Her hair was completely gray and regretful of years of damage and neglect. She was wearing two sets of glasses. One for reading, and the other to protect her ancient eyes of the sun. Her mouth did small spasms as she realized the hair battle was lost.

Then…she did something that made my day. She reached for her purse, took out a white tissue, neatly unfolded it, and revealed 3 cookies. Slowly, she turned to the little girl next to her, smiled, and offered her one.  Then she gave the other one to the girl’s mother, and the last one to a really tough looking guy sitting in front of her, who refused it for mere image.

Who doesnt want a cookie? Seriously.

Anyway, it just made me smile the way her eyes lit up when the little girl ate her cookie, and how nothing else in the world mattered to her, not the calic, not the multiple glasses, nothing but to make a couple people around her happy.



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