“I was sitting at the corner of a café, and I fed my 3-month-old daughter. She was calm and darkened. I had a blanket, but she continued to push her-she was warm, and she hated covered.
From anywhere, this man walked-perhaps the mid-fifties-. Nothing said in the beginning, just A handkerchief slipped on my table And bend as he was secretly telling me.
Then whispered, “You must cover it.”
No eye connection. Just dropped the line and returned to his table as he had done the world known.
You just freezed. I was not exposed. I did not disturb anyone. I was fed my child quietly, taking into account my work.
The worst part? He had a child with him – perhaps about 7 years.
Like … what were you exactly “showing” him? My mother feeds her child?
I didn’t say anything. I was packed, left early, and cried in the car. Not because I felt shy, but because of Someone turned a peaceful moment into something unique.
Next time, I am not moving. “
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