Here she comes. Ignore her. She’ll give up and go away.
She weaved through the tourists without much success, finally reaching where I was. She stood next to me and looked up. Our eyes met, and I could see how smart she was.
She spread handkerchiefs and explained in Spanish, but muy despacito for me, that she and her mother had embroidered the flowers on them. Once finished talking, she reached into a pocket, took out a neatly folded plain handkerchief, and patted off the sweat on her forehead before carefully tucking it back in the pocket.
I looked at my husband who was watching us from afar and handed the girl a few hundred pesos in exchange for handkerchiefs.
Ha! He calls me coldhearted.
For The Daily Post’s daily prompt, Miraculous.