No, impossible. He turned to me and I turned my gaze back to him as well, but I was distracted by an old man who was almost struggling to carry his ice cream cart.
I saw him relax on the boardwalk and caressed his back. I watched him for how many seconds and my heart fell into sympathy. I jumped on the foot of the car and ran closer to him. I searched for some money on my bag and found a fifty pesos, my only small bill. I think this is what I exchanged for the tricycle earlier.
"1 Ice cream sir." His fatherly smile touched my heart. I just followed his slow motion and waited for what I bought.
"Thank you. Just keep the change. "
"Oh thank you."
His eyes shone brightly and his smile gleamed like piano keys. I just smiled at him and turned around carrying the ice cream I bou
