Mom Notices Strange Man Crying Every Day as He Watches Little Girl at Playground — Story of the Day
The boy’s mother was surprised to see the man cry as he watched his own daughter at play and marveled at his patience. But his story would break her heart.
Life passes by so fast, and sometimes in our rush we lose sight of what really matters, we forget to live each moment. Gail Parsons was sitting on a park bench watching her five-year-old playing and looking at her watch impatiently.
She had so much to do! It was Saturday and she still had to make dinner for the family, and she wanted to get ahead on her new project, the project that might just put her career on the fast track. “David!” she called. “It’s time to go home!”
Emily’s father wept as he watched her ride her bike. | Source: Shutterstock.com
But David ignored her and ran around to climb up the ladder to have another turn on the slide. “Oh,” she cried crossly. “I just don’t have time for this!”
The man next to her asked, “Is that your son?” Gail had seen the man at the park before with a child around David’s age. She’d always thought he was a bit strange the way he watched his child with tears in his eyes — strange and obsessive.
But she answered him politely: “Yes. He’s a sweetheart, but sometimes he tries my patience!”
Just then the little man’s daughter drove by on a pink bike and rang her bell and waved at him. The man raised his hand and waved back, and Gail saw that there were tears running down his face again.
“Is that your daughter?” Gail asked. “She’s so pretty!”
Gail took her son David to the park. | Source: Unsplash
The man wiped his cheeks and smiled. “Yes, that’s my Emilia!” He raised his hand and waved. “Emilia, sweetheart! It’s time to go home. Mommy’s waiting!”
Emilia kept pedaling with her fat little legs and pouted. “Please daddy! Just five more minutes!”
The man nodded and replied, “Alright my love, just five more minutes!” Emilia grinned and pedaled faster, her pigtails flying.
Gail sighed. “My David is the same! It’s always another five minutes! Honestly, I can’t wait for him to be more independent!”
The man looked away. “Is that so? I can … I want to enjoy every second of my Emily’s childhood. I keep praying she won’t grow up too fast so she’ll need me…”