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I saw an older black man being helped by his wife across the parking lot today. Something about this made tears stream down my face.

I don’t know if it’s the feeling of seeing Black people at a later stage in life that made me emotional or the sweetness/care that she was giving to him. Either way, it felt familiar,  it felt like I should celebrate it.

I looked at them and asked how y’all? Looking dusty and disrespected as hell. I'm scooping up some takeout so I got on the, “don’t ask me shit” fit.

They smile and say We’re doing great, how are you doing tonight, son? I say living the dream. They give an obligatory ight now, have a great night.

I don’t think they understood that the dream that I was living was watching them live.