The elevator opens and I get off. The lobby is full of little kids who go to elementary school. Their bus comes at 8:10. It is 8 and I am getting agitated. The world of children is too complicated, too stressful. I stand aside while they scream and yell and run. They wear cute outfits that their mothers happily buy for them. Pink and flowers for the girls, blue and animals for the boys. One mother is pregnant; her three other kids are running around in circles and I get dizzy watching them. One of them, the little one, is an adorable little girl in braids. She comes close to me, smiles and I smile at her. Then I don’t know what to say so I ask for her name. She doesn’t answer because she is too little to speak. I can’t think of anything else to say so I get up and leave.