A slight tug at my pants legs brought me back to full awareness. When I gazed down to the interloper I found it to be that same child I had met not too long ago. A day or two if I were to estimate right.
'I see' I quietly contemplated, the picture was coming about. The women, the long drags those around her had given me, the small smile as she watched her child.
And the scarf, the blouse and all she wore. Almost completely attached to like some kind of coiling snake. The little one smiled and I did so too. No one ever said I was bad with kids.
She reached out her hands in a 'grab me' gesture. I obliged. Letting her head rest on my other shoulder as she withered away mumbling a story here and there.
I didn't bother to make sense of them. My gaze locked on the closed door. It opened slightly with a creak and I found myself staring at the mirror image of the child. The only difference was the age.
