A Small Miracle
Standing behind the icecream machine,
I so desperatley waited for my the customer to come in,
woosh, the door was pushed open
A single father with a little girl who wished to buy a glass of milk,
Behind them came a big family of six had gotten in line behind them,
and then a small miracle,
the little boy had offered to pay for the mans milk,
he did not do this for the positive approval from his own family,
for he did it without their knowledge,
this was a pure act of kindness from the small child's heart,
My eyes began to tear up as I watched the small miracle unfold,
his pure intentions had been such a magical, rare sight to see
the young man had worked for that money all day,
I was later informed by his mother,
that day I learned that small gestures like that can make the world a better place.
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