They were all in front of me in the line up: three teen aged girls, and what appeared to be their mother and father. I'm assuming that because of the family resemblance. There was no way for me to know for sure because they spoke Spanish.
I tried not to stare intensely but it was hard not to watch their bright and animated faces on this wet and gray day. The girls were beautiful, each in their own unique way and my fascination was highlighted because I couldn't understand anything they said. They could have been talking about something trivial like buying souvenirs or clothes or gossiping about celebrities or reality TV.
It was the look on their faces as they talked that made me watch them. It was joy. Pure joy and happiness.
They seemed oblivious to the weather and the crowd of people around them. They only had eyes for their mother. She was in wheelchair.
Whatever story they were telling, they delighted in watching their mother's face. They never took their eyes off her.
And I couldn't help but see that the rain didn't matter to them. The crowd was of no consequence. The fact that the show would be stopped soon after it started wouldn't have mattered.
Somehow I sensed, even in spite of a language barrier, that all that mattered was that they were together. They were sharing the moment, laughing, listening and loving.
Love. I understood that loud and clear.
I tried not to stare intensely but it was hard not to watch their bright and animated faces on this wet and gray day. The girls were beautiful, each in their own unique way and my fascination was highlighted because I couldn't understand anything they said. They could have been talking about something trivial like buying souvenirs or clothes or gossiping about celebrities or reality TV.
It was the look on their faces as they talked that made me watch them. It was joy. Pure joy and happiness.
They seemed oblivious to the weather and the crowd of people around them. They only had eyes for their mother. She was in wheelchair.
Whatever story they were telling, they delighted in watching their mother's face. They never took their eyes off her.
And I couldn't help but see that the rain didn't matter to them. The crowd was of no consequence. The fact that the show would be stopped soon after it started wouldn't have mattered.
Somehow I sensed, even in spite of a language barrier, that all that mattered was that they were together. They were sharing the moment, laughing, listening and loving.
Love. I understood that loud and clear.
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