What if there were more kisses? More heart felt, unconditional displays of affection?
This is what crossed my mind on the subway ride home after I saw an African American woman lean over and plant a kiss on the forehead of the little doppelgänger sitting next to her.
Immediately, a smile of surprise bloomed on the little girl's face and she paused in the act of playing with a pez dispenser to share an extended moment of affection with the woman.
She looked to be about 5 or 6, her braided hair adorned in white beads and a single orange bow. The orange color matched her pants and was replicated in some of the colored beads on her white open toed sandals, which in turn showcased glitter colored toe nail polish. Her top, a dark blue, long sleeved denim.
We journeyed together on that train for about 20 more stops and in that time I saw the woman, who I learned went by the name, "Mommy," kiss the little girl about 4 more times.
Touched my heart. Made me smile, and as I write this still makes me wonder, "What if there were more kisses?"