We were excited for a moment. A kid! A kid and a Mom at the playground, and so early! It was only 11:30am.
Yago and I perked up. Perhaps they would want to be our friends. We put on our best smily faces and tried to look inviting. Approachable, but not desperate.
They walked right by.
Yago’s face dropped. He went back to picking cigarette butts out of the sand. I asked myself, where did we go wrong?
Now, in retrospect and with photo evidence I can examine the situation more objectively. Our differences come into focus.
Yago and I did not have potato chips. This is obviously key to friendships. High heels, suspenders, boy tights and ever-present soother: negative.
I saw no evidence of oatmeal on this woman’s clothing. Where does her child wipe his hands? No rock collections, no rubber boots, no raisins dropping from pockets to lead them back to whatever spotless environment they inhabit.
Their fear and disdain is apparent.
“Just keep walking Pepe. Hopefully they won’t follow us home.”