I Spy With My Little Eyes

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I am waiting on the bus stand with my baby girl, she has the world's most beautiful hair and eyes. Her eyes are hazel with a sparkle of innocence, a glint of curiosity, they shine whenever she sees something new, eyes awaiting for adventure of life. The man sitting in front of me has a wrinkled face and white hair, his eyes have no shine, no sparkle, hopeless and dead like he is counting his days before death embraces him. I remember two years ago, I was waiting for the bus on this very same bench with my husband, enthusiastic and happy for we were going on a vacation, just me and him and an eternity of two days planned to spring our love. Waiting for the bus, we were playing I spy, a woman in red coat, a child with a blue balloon, chocolate bars in golden wrapping, a baby girl wearing pink frock. The happiness in me spied wonderful things, with him by my side I saw colors in everything. I remember he thought of something pink and fluffy and without answering I ran to buy him cotton candy, we laughed like lunatics sharing that piece of candy, nothing mattered to us for we were happy. Now here I am, smiling to myself. My daughter pointing with her little chubby hands to the cotton candy man, she has never tasted cotton candy before, but her eyes demand cotton candy like she wants it most in the world, a child ready to try and take a chance without knowing whether it is sweet or bitter. Her energy reminds me of myself, a part of myself that died, energy that faded away. I have grown old in last two years, death of my parents and my soulmate made me mature. I don't know whether being mature like this is good or bad, but somehow my eyes are open to the reality of this world. The happiness I had spied in things two years ago is not here anymore. I spy a woman, she is wearing a red coat, but I know the coat will be out of fashion in a year or two. I spy a little
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