I was standing next to a grandfatherly guy at Tarzhay today when his phone rang.
He exclaimed joyfully, hung up, turned to his friend and said, “We have to GO! Her water broke! We’re gonna have a BABY!”
I burst into tears and wandered away.
Happy tears, for the baby, to have that guy for a grandpa.
Happy tears, for his daughter, to have probably everything she ever wanted.
And maybe a bitter tear in there, for good measure, that the only joyful life events I am ever a part of are the ones I overhear or otherwise witness from afar.
I tried not to wonder when something wonderful is going to happen for me, too, or whether I’m destined to just be happy for everyone else for the rest of my life.