Emo

Last week, I saw something so every day, and yet profoundly moving, that I actually welled up. A man crossed the road to meet his 11 year old son on his way home from school. Neither of them broke step, but the dad put his hand on the boy’s shoulder and lifted his backpack. The boy shrugged out of the bag, and they walked on up the road together, the dad carrying the bag.

It was clearly so routine, and all so unspoken, that I found it almost unbearable. Yet it reaffirmed my faith in the world.

I think it would be fair to say that I am in a somewhat heightened emotional state at the minute.  But it was so lovely.

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27/09/2009. Uncategorized.

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