Today, Saturday, it was time to get back into the normal exciting routine of grocery shopping. Oh the anticipation! The excitement was too much to bare, I tell you! But someone has to do it and with George busy working to keep me in the lifestyle to which I am accustomed, the onus fell upon myself to get my butt into the hoy polloy, the supermarket of the working class that is known as Pak n Save. Where I should add, you encounter some strange and peculiar creatures. Some still in their night attire, some that talk to themselves (although I have been known to do that - oops), and some that are just downright odd.
So there I was trundling my trolley, and surveying my latest choice of Porridge (and I always end up with the same Porridge anyway - so that is a waste of time), when I heard delightful peals of laughter. A mother and her two daughters (aged between 7 and 8), were having the time of their lives. It was wonderful. They were joking around in the aisles and laughing and it was such a pleasure to behold. As opposed to the 2 girls I encountered earlier in the Fruit and Veg Department, who were the same age and total brats and fighting each other. If looks could kill, those 2 brats would be a pile of ashes from my cantankerous glare believe me!
Back to our lovely Mother and 2 daughters. I actually complimented her and said how lovely it was to hear genuine laughter. She was beaming and I said her girls were absolutely beautiful - which they were. I felt good and I could tell my compliment left all 3 feeling good as well. And off we trotted our separate ways to continue our shoppping.
Fast forward to the carpark. I was just about to turn my ignition to leave the holiest of grails, the supermarket when I sighted the lovely mother and 2 daughters walking through the carpark - still laughing away and genuinely happy. Then I made a split decision (which with my brain cells is sometimes hard to accomplish). I jumped out of the car, locked it and made my way to where I could see them standing. I explained that I wrote a daily blog and for today's entry, I would dearly love to have a photo of the three of them as they were such beautiful people that had really touched my heart and made my day. Tentatively the Mum agreed - at her daughter's prodding. I received her email address so I could forward the photo. Let me introduce a wonderful mother and her two daughters. Mum has been in New Zealand for 14 years now - having arrived as an immigrant from Somalia, and both girls were born here, and are aged 8 (next Tuesday, so of course I had to give her huge birthday wishes), and the younger one is 7.
I hope these smiling faces touch your heart as much as they did mine.