LaToya S smith

I forgot to tell you yesterday, but when I went to Dollar Tree, I shared a smile with a stranger. A white man. He was probably like 52. I was pushing Levi to the car in a rickety shopping cart, feeling good about the energy of the sun wrapping its arms around us, and he was walking up to the door of the store. He was wearing a crisp pair of jeans and a plaid shirt. Neat. Something his wife ironed for him, I’m sure. We looked at each other, and he smiled. Not big ,with teeth, but warm enough to make me feel good about him. It was a knowing smile. What did he know? That seeds were four for a dollar, or that toddlers hogtie your heart? I wonder.