I was behind them, moving under the sheltered open-air corridor of the station. A little girl was walking holding hands with her blind mum, just one small step ahead of her.
"It´s raining", the mother said.
"No", said the little girl.
"Daniela, look, it´s raining", the mother insisted. "Don´t you see?".
"No", answered again the little girl.
"Daniela", said again the mother with determination, "listen, it´s raining."
I smiled, suddenly filled with a feeling of happiness. The storm came a couple of seconds later and nobody could doubt anymore that it was actually raining.
"It´s raining", the mother said.
"No", said the little girl.
"Daniela, look, it´s raining", the mother insisted. "Don´t you see?".
"No", answered again the little girl.
"Daniela", said again the mother with determination, "listen, it´s raining."
I smiled, suddenly filled with a feeling of happiness. The storm came a couple of seconds later and nobody could doubt anymore that it was actually raining.
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