There was a little girl at Starbucks this morning. School uniform, braided hair, she was sitting in one of the chairs by the shelf of coffee and designer cups. She must have been asked to wait there while her mom got, what I’m sure was much needed, caffeine.
I noticed her because she was sort of talking to herself, mimicking conversation with another person I’m sure was completely real to her. Her eyebrows jutted up every now and then. She was in full make-believe mode.
After a few minutes of what appeared to be a very important meeting, she stood and walked over to the the gift card display. She flipped through the brochures and gestured to the imaginary meeting behind her. I think she may have been an editor for Vogue or an important CEO explaining a new product. Her audience seemed captivated and she was fabulous and confident in her…
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