Mohammed

Sat in front of me on the tram today. Looking at me. Smiling whem I was smiling. Closing one eye when I did so. Asked him how old he was. Showed me his 5 small fingers. Asked him if he thought it was cold. No he said. On his way to his kindergarten. 10 C minus outside. I wished him a good day. We waved to eachother when I was outside. His mother was beautiful. She didn't wave.