I took Nora for a walk tonight. I passed someone in pants and a shirt and a beard crying on a bench. Nora went up to them and they patted her.
“What’s her name?”
“I’m…Melinda. What’s your name?”
“I’m Bec and I’m happy.”
Melinda smiled and I smiled.
We sat together for a bit and patted Nora, talked small stuff. She made us both feel good for being who we are and who we want to be.