Yesterday, after school, we stopped with Pa and E in the Old Town.
\nWe wandered toward the place that sells warm waffles and welcomes visitors with long noses full of curiosity.<\/p>\n
The streets of Vilnius Old Town, warm despite the evening chill of early autumn, smelled of coziness.
\nTurning down a tiny alley, the pleasant sound of an accordion reached our ears.<\/p>\n
We paused for a moment.
\nThe clatter of footsteps on the cobblestones and the cheerful bustle of passersby blended perfectly with the street musician\u2019s notes.<\/p>\n
I fished a coin from my wallet and held it out toward Pa.
\nShe lifted her big eyes:
\n\u201cMaybe he doesn\u2019t want the coin at all?\u201d she hesitated.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know what to say when we get there.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat if the coin needs to go somewhere else than where you\u2019re showing me?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat if he asks me something?\u201d<\/p>\n
So we stood in the street for a few minutes while I answered her questions with encouraging responses.<\/p>\n
Finally, she gathered courage and stepped forward.
\nAs she approached, the musician paused his accordion.
\nI could see that he was following Patricija\u2019s little quiz of questions and her hesitant fidgeting with the coin in her hand.<\/p>\n
Pa stopped.
\nThen he smiled at her warmly:
\n\u201cThank you, little one, for your kind heart,\u201d said the old man.
\n\u201cAnd thank you even more,\u201d he added, \u201cfor being brave.\u201d<\/p>\n
On the way back, I felt joy at the small good deed accomplished.
\nAnd I thought to myself that we adults are probably no different from children.<\/p>\n
Often, we don\u2019t dare
\nto brighten someone\u2019s day.
\nWith a kind word.
\nA small, harmless act of help.
\nA flower that \u201cdoesn\u2019t cost a cow.\u201d
\nOr maybe a bun bought from the bakery\u2014
\nto silently say, \u201cthank you\u201d or \u201cyou matter to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
We hesitate, fearing we won\u2019t finish our \u201cdaily\u201d tasks,
\nor that we might
\nbe misunderstood.<\/p>\n
Or maybe it\u2019s all in vain?<\/p>\n
Mua,
\nV.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17692","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17692","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17692"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}