Father and Son

I was sitting on a bench in bus station next to and Indian restaurant. A foreign man, who seemed to work in the restaurant, at least I thought so because of his clothes, was standing there quite near to me. His son and I suppose she was his wife had come to see him in the middle of his workday. The boy was about 5 years old. He was sitting on a table, his father standing in front of him. They looked happy, the father said something to him and he laughed child's beautiful laugh. They hugged, they played something a little time. The boy was wearing red sweatpants and a red a red sweatshirt, sneakers and a cap. Father took the cap and put it in his own head, it was far too small. The boy grinned and tried to take his cap back. Mother left them for some time and went to buy something, guys stayed between the two.

I don't know why was it so special for me, but seeing those happy people made me happy too and I smiled when I looked at them. The woman wasn't foreign, only the man, and the child's skin colour was a beautiful combination of his parents', hair was black and eyes brown like his father's. I can't describe you how I felt because I don't actually know myself either. It was happiness what I felt, I saw the love and connection of Father and Son. I wish all realtions between parents and children were like that.  :)

I love you dad.