The most beautiful burrito.
Iโm heading back to Mountlake Terrace, and I decide to get dinner. Chipotle sounds reasonable, so I get a chicken burrito and a soft drink, figuring it would be good sources of protein for a post-orchi healing body.
Iโm about to pay when a โmomโ looking women tells the clerk โIโm paying for her mealโ. I look over, and I have no idea who she is, but I say โAre you sure? Why thank you very much!โ She smiles and wishes me a good evening.
So I get my Diet Coke, and sit down and the woman comes up and says โexcuse me for a minute?โ I figure she just paid my dinner, so I say thank you again and no problem.
She looks at me, and goes โI have a teenage daughter just like you.โ.
Oh?
I notice the โProtect Trans Kidsโ pin on her jacket.
OH!!!
I smile and say โYou must be very proud of her thenโ.
She smiles and says โyou give me hope. I am so scared for her right now, but I can see her at your age right now, and that helps me.โ
I start to cry a bit. Tell her that Iโm in my late 50โs and have only been myself for a few years. How my mother is 90 and enjoying finally having a daughter.
I tell her โYou will more than likely have your daughter longer than my mother will have hers. Cherish her. Sheโs a strong woman to become who and what she really is.โ
She sniffs back tears of her own. Says thank you and sheโs got to get her familyโs food to them. And asks if she can give me a hug. Which is freely given.
I watch her leave, and sit down to my burrito. It is the most ineptly wrapped mess Iโve ever had and I give up trying to eat it properly and use a fork for the rest of it.
Iโve never had a burrito taste so wonderful before.