The smile of a little child

With one pack of milk behind me on my bicycle, I cycled in to the middle of the Centrum and had to stop for the red light.
Directly in front of me sat a young woman, also on a bicycle, with a small child sitting behind her.
The blond curling hair moving the head to every corner till the blue eyes got rest on me. Still her look was retreating, but carefully I smiled to her. Directly was the ice broken, without any wonder, but that’s wasn’t need it also because the light jumps on to the green and we continued with biking. The child turn her face to me and laughed, suddenly some old song hit my head. The smile of a little child makes you feel that you are alive, the smile of a little child who still has a life in front of it…..