The most beautiful burrito.

I’m 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.

I’m about to pay when a “mom” looking women tells the clerk “I’m paying for her meal”. I look over, and I have no idea who she is, but I say “Are you sure? Why thank you very much!” She smiles and wishes me a good evening.

So I get my Diet Coke, and sit down and the woman comes up and says “excuse me for a minute?” I figure she just paid my dinner, so I say thank you again and no problem.

She looks at me, and goes “I have a teenage daughter just like you.”.

Oh?

I notice the “Protect Trans Kids” pin on her jacket.

OH!!!

I smile and say “You must be very proud of her then”.

She smiles and says “you 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.”

I start to cry a bit. Tell her that I’m in my late 50’s and have only been myself for a few years. How my mother is 90 and enjoying finally having a daughter.

I tell her “You will more than likely have your daughter longer than my mother will have hers. Cherish her. She’s a strong woman to become who and what she really is.”

She sniffs back tears of her own. Says thank you and she’s got to get her family’s 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 I’ve ever had and I give up trying to eat it properly and use a fork for the rest of it.

I’ve never had a burrito taste so wonderful before.