Beauty lies in the eyes

Beauty is subjective. I look at a child as cute little things, if had the chance I would shower the child in the park with kisses and lay my life down even if hard, boiling, magma filled volcanic rock fall on him.

There is aman on the park bench, 35 years, probably seen him once ot thrice in the same green pale bench looking around. He is looking in the direction of the child with his mom. The mom is 5'6 and good looking as the child threw her the plastic blue boomerang. She jumped and her bosoms jumped with excitement as her, the sweat on her forehead and neck suggests that she has been here a long time playing with her son. "She is beautiful" I thought and looked away thinking as her child is lucky to have her. I liked the idea of a woman taking care of her child in both the academic and physical education.

I moved my dog and took his poop with greasy plastic paper and threw it away at the garbage. The man hasn't moved still. He was looking at the woman and her child. She gave him a stern look of the type my mom used to give at the aunt who kept trying to take me alone and I understood her. I approached her slowly and asked, "Maam, Is someone bothering you?" "Nothing." quick and disengaging as she packed her picnic bag and clothes and hurried away.

I reached home and as I searched for theTV remote, I found the lady's picture and the child's in my picture frame as I am holding her in my hands with a blue interior cake. My k-9 labrador licked my tears as it fell in the ground. I didn't recognize her fear, the fear of her ex or the fear of a predator. That's the beauty of divorce.