Yasala’s hesitance was obvious to Hanna, and she found it more endearing than anything else. A child’s forthright behavior became tempered with age, until you got too old to care anymore. Hanna was well past that point now, and prone to speak truth. Though, two millennia on this earth sometimes made a mockery of truth.
Mindful of this tenuous moment, Hanna bent to gently squeeze Yasala’s hand. She gave it a pump, looking the child in the eye as she did. There was depth in Hanna’s gaze. Unfathomable age boiled down to a blink of the eye. Hanna slackened her grip and rose to her full height as the handshake ended.
Soon, they headed back to the truck, Hanna lingering at the periphery of the father-daughter duo. At the question, she raised her voice. “For me. Your father rescued me from the side of the road. You see, my car broke down and I was stranded.” Hanna explained, saying more in this moment than she had previously. She spared Jon a glance, leaning into the story. “He was very kind and offered to take me into town so I may find my way home.”
Mindful of this tenuous moment, Hanna bent to gently squeeze Yasala’s hand. She gave it a pump, looking the child in the eye as she did. There was depth in Hanna’s gaze. Unfathomable age boiled down to a blink of the eye. Hanna slackened her grip and rose to her full height as the handshake ended.
Soon, they headed back to the truck, Hanna lingering at the periphery of the father-daughter duo. At the question, she raised her voice. “For me. Your father rescued me from the side of the road. You see, my car broke down and I was stranded.” Hanna explained, saying more in this moment than she had previously. She spared Jon a glance, leaning into the story. “He was very kind and offered to take me into town so I may find my way home.”