Where Innocence And Suffering Meet

I pulled up to an intersection yesterday with Bentley in the back seat. We stopped at the light on 38th and Pac Ave and there was a homeless woman on the corner in a chair. She was looking down at the ground and muttering to herself. I looked up at Bentley in my mirror and saw her leaning forward past her little head support peering inquisitively out the window at the woman. First Bentley waved at her, then she waved and quietly said, "hi". I looked back at the woman who did not look up from the ground then back to Bentley. Bentley made a couple more attempts before the light turned green and as the traffic slowly began to move again Bentley leaned farther forward to hold her view as long as she could. When she could not see the woman anymore she rested back in her car seat quietly.

The homeless woman probably isn't greeted with such a "hi" very often and Bentley just doesn't understand suffering. I felt compassion for both girls.