She was sitting on the edge of the fountain looking at her phone. It was her one brief moment of respite in a busy morning. It was not only Sunday, but also Republic Day. They went to church earlier in the morning and in two hours they were to head over to her parent’s house for lunch. She had brought her daughter’s stroller, filled with toys, next to her and her husband so they could keep an eye on it while her daughter played. Looking up she saw her daughter standing next to her little pink bike in the middle of the piazza crying with her helmet on the ground. She quickly got up and hurried over to her to see what was the matter. It seemed her helmet had come off and she couldn’t figure out how to get it back on. After her daughter stopped crying and gets back up on her bike she looked around to find where her husband had been this whole time and he was still sitting by the stroller on his phone, not even realizing she had been gone this whole time. Deciding her daughter was done with the bike for a while she picked her up and brought her back over to her husband and the stroller, grabbing out a toy picnic basket and doll, both in the same shade of pink as the bike, and walking back over to a shaded green space across from the fountain. She sat her daughter down with her toys and then took her own seat next to her on the curb, once again pulling out her phone.
(Piazza Cavour 6/2/19)
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