They walked into the coffee shop, a tall dark-haired young man,
roughly about 17 years old. Beside him danced a little girl who looked
to be about 5. Her dirty blonde hair hung past her shoulders and
halfway down her back, and her eyes were full of adoration as she walked
importantly towards the counter where the barista stood waiting to take
their order.
From my perch on the couch where I was
'enjoying' a date with my Med-Surg book, I glanced up as they
came in. I happened to overhear a dialogue between the barista and the
boy.
"What can I do for you?"
"Oh," he
nods to the little girl, "this is my little sister and it's her
birthday, so I brought her in for a treat." He looks down at the girl,
"would you like a milkshake?"
A few minutes later, they
choose a high, round table to sit at as they waited for their order.
The girl had to climb/heave herself onto the chair, but her smile proved
the fact that she was in her glory.
I smiled to
myself and thought how rare it is in this world today to see a big
brother willing to take his little sister out for a birthday treat. So
many boys today would consider stopping to such a thing to be quite
unmanly and definitely not macho.
But somehow, that simple act of brotherly kindness gained much more respect from me then any cool, macho boy ever will.
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