The Task Manager
I stood in cue before a counter jeweled with pastry and incensed with coffee. I was followed by a family of three, and to my own perception, the infant and toddler seemed quiet and without misbehavior. But suddenly they departed, before even my own turn. The child cried, denied a selection of sweetness. The hurt she experience somehow reached me as if the sadness was personal to me. Not just about being denied a pleasure but an anguish of seeing a joy and not understanding why the chance to taste was taken. Maybe a repressed memory, but also there was a feel, that in this simple act, something hurt us all.