Once, at a Waffle House...

Once, at a Waffle House, I noticed a man and his two children sitting in a booth near the window. The kids were probably eight to ten years old. No one talked; they just sat and ate their breakfast in silence. They were black. All three wore glasses. The little girl had pigtails, and the little boy bounced in his seat. The father often smiled at them, even when they weren't looking.

Original title: Subjective Beauty