Out Of The Window

This morning was like any other familiar morning. I was feeling restless and frustrated like I have been feeling for the past month with me taking more than necessary stress for my exams. I went down to buy vegetables when these tiny children from a construction site held up a deflated balloon and looked up at me with hope in their eyes that I would be able to blow it back for them. I remembered I had balloons at home so I asked them to wait and I got some. As I filled the balloon with air, their eyes widened in wonder and excitement. I couldn't help but smile. There was something so genuine about their curiosity. Each of them had their own distinct personality and ways of charming me into giving them another balloon. A lovely shy one, a mischevious talkative one, a mature polite one and a happy squeaking one. It was a moment of pure joy and sharing but soon a tiny guilt started creeping in. I gave them balloons, it was a fleeting speck of happiness and I have so much more to give.