Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The young girls break free from the distracted travelers entering the main terminal. They spot their father straightaway, call “Daddy, daddy!” and rush to him by cutting around various legs and carry-ons. Their mother follows with their little brother in a stroller. After fawning over his girls, the father reaches to embrace his not-yet-toddling son. The girls giggle and skip. They hold hands and hop. Even at Daddy’s side, they keep calling his name, thrilled to be together again.
Only moments before, this father was unremarkable. With the multitude he stood, scanned for familiar faces among passengers, paced when the objects of their search failed to appear. This man looked like everyone else to everyone else in the arrivals area. But not to the curly-haired girl in purple clogs with a pink cupcake t-shirt, not to her slightly taller sister, not to the boy fidgeting in the stroller, not to their smiling mother. For this quartet, he is the one man who matters in this crowd of hundreds.