Tired child boards bus with siblings. Rubbing sleep filled eyes he gingerly looks up at me. His face is stern with fatigue of poverty and not enough kindness. Our eyes lock for a moment; his searching mine. He seemed as though he was expecting an admonishing glare.
The bus was ripe with them. Most passenger brows were set in anguish; steeped in emotional disconnection.
Startled he continued looking as if he were staring at a mirage. I turn my head toward the window deep in my own thoughts. After a moment I realized my face should be a positive pronouncement for this child. I look back and he is still looking in my direction.
I smile again.
He smiles, looks down at his feet looks back at me for affirmation.
I am still smiling. Genuinely.
He is smiling to himself now.
The children are watching. What will you show them?