Last night I ate dinner next to a father and his four-year-old daughter. We were all seated at a counter. As her father tried to get her excited about Christmas, the little girl slowly slurped her soup and dangled her legs from the stool. When my food arrived, the father said, "Look what that lady has. Doesn't that look nice?"
The little girl looked at the food and then up at me. I was wearing a shirt that I'd worn twice already this week. I hadn't washed my hair in two days. I was the only person in the place eating alone. She looked at me with as much pity as a child can muster, quietly hmmphed, and returned to her noodles.
The little girl looked at the food and then up at me. I was wearing a shirt that I'd worn twice already this week. I hadn't washed my hair in two days. I was the only person in the place eating alone. She looked at me with as much pity as a child can muster, quietly hmmphed, and returned to her noodles.
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