After I was widowed, my Dear Mother-in-Law allowed me to share her in-town apartment. In our complex some nearby neighbors were going through a contentious separation and divorce. The young couple had a three-year-old son.
At this time there was a small Mom-and-Pop convenience store down the street. Around Easter time they sold little chocolate eggs covered with patterned foil. The chocolate was quite tasty, but the selling point for me was the pretty patterned foil.
I was just returning to the apartment with a paper bag of these candies when our soon-to-be-divorced neighbor lady and her little son approached on the sidewalk, heading for the bus stop.
The child, probably aware that his world was in chaos, was screaming his head off. His mother's expression was one of suffering. She didn't admonish the boy (to her credit) but she looked like she really needed a respite.
When we were face to face, I shouted to the boy,
"There you are! Where have you been?"
He was so surprised that he stopped crying. And his mother was so surprised that she stopped walking.
"The Easter Bunny was here awhile ago," I said. "He was looking for you everywhere!"
The boy's eyes widened.
"Here," I said, thrusting the paper bag of candies at him. "The Easter Bunny told me to give you this."
The little boy took the bag and his mother gave me a grateful look.
Happy Easter.