"is that all for you?"
the barista gave me a smile. it's a small town. the chances of walking pass a snob is slim, unless you're that ignorant. or perhaps your face has that arrogant-stamp marked all over. it's hard though not to return the smile. the genuine smile. no judgments. "uhm yeah, just the latte," but the corner of my eyes were locked at the chocolate muffin. how could i resist chocolate? anything that has chocolate labeled to it is an instant purchase. especially that i needed the calming effect contained in chocolates. the weekdays were frantic and it's finally weekends.
i wanted the muffin. just shy off before i requested, a small boy was pointing at it. darn. he must be four years old at most. his mother nodded. they are not local i suppose - different ethnicity. but who knows, the world doesn't spin by race these days. not even in the past century. i couldn't help but took a peek from where i was sitting. just the huge smile with the last muffin in his small palm.
sometimes i see myself becoming more like daddy. i always knew i'm mom's girl rather than his. alia, my baby sister is the spitting image of him. from the way she walks to the way she talks, very much like him. i was green with envy when i saw her wrapped around his arm. that was the first vacation they had without me.
"you did good." it was sweet of Syahira to share her chocolate cake with me. she chose the croissant initially. coffee. cake. chocolate. the interval was rewarding. we needed to revive before getting back to financial math. even then, the plausible is hard to ignore. fckload of inanity, in which the tolerance level is roasting to ashes. there are stories told of selfish-kind, but i've never encountered so close that it left me speechless. it's one thing to ignore the unknown but could you be that ignorant towards what matters. selfless. that's my daddy though. he'd go any which way just to give others a light of hope.
the weather was nice. we walked down Washington St. and my mind began circling black and white. the main library was so quite i could hear my ego telling me to let loose. the brain needs occasional simplicity.
