The other day I was sitting in the back seat of my mom's car. My dad was driving, my mom was sitting in the front seat, my two sisters were sitting in the back seat, and I was sitting in the way back seat.
We had a long drive ahead of us. Mom was asleep, dad was listening to the baseball game on the radio, and my two sisters and I each had our headphones in our ears listening to music. One listening to Dead Martin and Frank Sinatra, the other listening to rock and me listening to hip hop/rap.
We were on the highway. That's all I can tell you because I don't really know my way around the roads since I don't drive yet. We were stuck in traffic. I could tell that all the other drivers on the highway were in really bad moods because of the traffic. I will admit that I was in a bad mood as well. I just wanted to get out of the car.
Nothing had happened. There was no accident or anything. It was the toll booth that was backing everybody up. There were just too many people on the highway at once. It was obvious that all the other drivers on the road were no in very good moods because they hated being stuck in traffic. They all just wanted to get to where they were trying to go to.
They were all in bad moods except one person.
I have no idea who this person was and I have no idea how old he was. He was young enough to be in a car seat. He was probably about two or three-years-old. He was sitting in the front seat of a pick-up truck. His car was right next to mine and the baby and I locked eyes.
I gave him a smile. He was so cute, how could you not smile at that sweet face? I looked away thinking that something else would catch his attention. When I looked back out the window, he was still smiling at me. So I smiled back again.
He laughed and then I laughed. I began to make silly faces at him. He began to laugh even harder.
Suddenly the driver, I'm assuming his father, poked his head over. He was probably wondering why his three-year-old son was laughing so hysterically while the two of them sat in traffic on the highway.
The father and I locked eyes and he gave me a smile and a head nod. I smiled back and gave him a little wave. The father looked back at the road ahead of him with a smile on his face. He looked like he was going to laugh, too.
I continued to make faces at the baby as he continued to laugh and made me laugh. Before I knew it, traffic was moving again and the pick-up truck had moved on and the baby and his father were gone.
However, my smile was still there.