I smiled at the child
It was a little she child.
She donned the garments surely her family thought were appropriate for her.
The little female was surely of Somalian hí¤rkomst as they say here, in Sweden.
Her garments could easily pass off as a Raggedy Ann look somehow.
I was back from a jogging round.
Somehow I felt the need to smile. So I directed my smile at her.
She smiled back.
I realized people need to be smiled at.
Then, ensued a million other stuff. Like multi kulti stuff which somehow seems irrelevant now.
This street in this town is the street of immigrants.
But sometimes that doesn’t matter.