When a little child turns to you and says, "Noooo! Don't leave me. Take me with you!", it's heart wrenching. Looking into those eyes that think the world of you as you walk away. The outstretched arms. The fact that the child can't understand why you would leave them. It's an overwhelming feeling, isn't it?
Nope. I don't think so.
Especially when you've never seen the kid before and he says this (aloud) in a crowded airport. Especially when the kid tells you he's traveling alone, and you see him with his grandmother 10 minutes later. And especially when people start raising their eyebrows at you as though you're some sort of child-abandoner type person.
I ought to find that kid and...and...tell his grandmother. That's the diplomatic and PG-rated answer I shall give you. I wonder if he's done it before. I wonder why he picked me. Must a stray dog always get kicked? Why can't people kick pet dogs. Kick poodles I say. Yes, poodles should be kicked. Hard. And pomeranians too. Then they have an excuse to yap on and on. But I digress...
I now stand (yes, stand) at an internet kiosk at Changi Airport writing this. I didn't sleep properly during my flight to Singapore because the movie I was watching was very interesting. Unfortunately I dozed off at the climax, so I don't know how it ends. And because I didn't sleep properly during the flight, I dozed off in one of the lounges and missed my free tour of Singapore. Did I mention that it was free? Well it was. If I had gone on it. Now it's just free because I didn't go. Shut up, that makes sense.
The Filipino woman standing at the computer next to me keeps looking over at my screen wondering why I'm writing so much. Does she know that I haven't really done anything so far? Female intuition? Or maybe I'm interesting. Sometimes people glance at stray dogs wondering how they bite their tails or why the lick their....noses.