She could only have been about 2. I saw her as I was heading to the snack machine on the first floor of the hospital after a lunch that was less than satisfying. Her sparse hair was up in little braids all over her head, and it was all her grandmother could do to keep her close. They approached the escalator and Grandma grabbed her hand tight; she counted to three and the little one took a giant leap forward onto the escalator… and giggled wildly. She looked around to see if everyone else was having as much fun as her. To her delight, the man behind her smiled. The man in the wheelchair at the bottom of the escalator smiled. The woman with no hair wearing the mask smiled. I smiled too. And, then we all knew the sound of an angel’s laugh.
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