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 härkomst 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.