A few days ago, I was out for dinner with my mom and my sister. All the tables around us were full of mature adults on dates with their phones while another person shared a table with them. People filled the entire restaurant but if someone dropped a pin, you’d be able to hear it. No conversation, no laughter, nothing, instead the sounds of texts being sent and received filled the air.
Eventually, the silence was filled with upbeat Mexican music as a band began playing on a small stage in front of the tables. All the mature adults looked up for a full three seconds before returning their attention to their dates, but there were two strange individuals who didn’t go back to their devices.
Instead, they scurried out of their seats to the empty space in front of the stage and began dancing as if there was no tomorrow. Two little boys: ages 4 and 2, brothers. They moved their bodies to that upbeat music without a care in the world. Smiles lighting up their two faces. They held hands and spun, they giggled and twirled, and eventually when the little one got tired he stretched out on the floor right there as his brother continued jumping over him and dancing around him. Without a care in the world.
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