I don’t know what noise caused me to turn my head to look at
him. Probably a noise I wasn’t expecting
but instantly recognized as belonging to one of ours. He and his father silently walked through the
parking lot and then into Target. He had
a messy head of dark brown hair and he clutched a blue washcloth tightly in his
hand. He awkwardly lumbered into the
store and headed directly to the DVDs.
His father headed in the opposite direction. I was ridiculously proud of him for being
independent. I lost sight of him when I
headed towards the card section where I spent an absurd amount of time trying
to decide on a Bar Mitzvah card for my friend’s son.
I was wandering the toy section when I heard him laugh. I looked up and spotted him in his bright
yellow polo. We passed each other. I eagerly said, “hi.”
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