A couple of days ago
I got in the bus
There was a woman there
A religious woman, a mother
With her two or three years old son

She was nervous,
Her son was shouting, screaming and beating
The mother was holding him and told him to shut up
She tried to shut him up all the time.
But it didn't help.
He kept on screaming and beating
The mother looked like she's going to lose her mind
The other passengers almost lost their temper.

I looked at the mother
I surrounded myself with colors
I send her pure light
I know it's not her fault
I know it's not her son's fault
I said to god: please send her love...

Then, right before the bus got to my stop
She raised her son, kissed him, hugged him, whispered
something to his ear
Then, he smiled and started to laugh.
He is angry no more
I got out of the bus with tears in my eyes
Because I realized that love and affection is the way to
treat a child... my inner child...
Thanks to the religious mother.