It was a drizzly morning and I had just come out of the door of my daughter's school.
I stepped out into the rain and crossed the street.
Walking towards me, across the parking lot, was a man and a tiny little girl.
He was holding her hand.
As they moved closer, I noticed her dark curly hair fluffed around her tiny face, peeking out the sides of her red hooded jacket. She didn't look old enough to walk.
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