The Photo That Lit Me Up
He wasn’t flashy.
Mid-forties, good coat, hair that had clearly met a real barber.
Put together in a way I’ve never felt.
He kept glancing at us, then away, like he was arguing with himself.
Then he pointed his phone in our direction.
Anger snapped me awake.
I kept my voice low but sharp.
“Hey. Did you just take a picture of my kid?”
He froze.
His eyes went wide.
