Smiles and Jellybeans

I walk up the stairs and hear an announcement:
“Due to a technical malfunction the intercity to Rotterdam will not be leaving for another half hour, we apologize for the inconvenience.”
I frown and try to find the chocolaty goodness I’ve got stashed away in the deep and dark bottoms of my bag. No luck. I must have lost it running to catch my train, which now Ironically enough isn’t leaving for another half hour.

I frown again and harder this time while I cross my arms. I look around a little, still frowning and scratching my nose, and this little kid catches my eye, or I catch his really.
With one hand holding a bag of jellybeans, and with the other putting a jellybean in his mouth he looks at me. With his eyes wide open he stares while he’s eating his jellybeans. The mere sight of his big, brown, sparkling eyes staring at me the way he is , makes me turn my frown up side down. I smile and in response, so does he.

He looks at his mom who’s been looking at him, as if to ask, is it ok if I approach her, mommy?
Without waiting for an actual response the little fellow hops over to me with a big smile on his face and with eyes that are smiling even more:
“You want a jellybean?? You can have some if you like”, he says in a way only small children can. I squat down and open my hand to receive my jellybeans.
“There you go”, he says. I smile and thank him with a pat on the head. And then he returns to his mommy.

That little brown sparkly eyed kid made me smile and I’ve been smiling ever since…