She smiled and in seconds, my heart was stolen. She held her hand out to me, beaming from ear to ear.
She had the cutest gap-toothed smile. Brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and a thick fringe hung over her forehead. Giggling, she took small steps towards me.
“I’m sorry.” She said, her voice clear as a bell.
“Do you know why you’re saying sorry?” I interrogated her as I bent down to get a close up of her beautiful eyes.
“I pushed him. It’s not nice to do so. I will give him my cupcake so he feels better.”
I sighed and a flicker of a laugh escaped my lips. How could one stay angry at a grade school student? It was an impossible feat.