I see fear when someone tries to help you and you do not know them or understand their motives.
I see suspicion when kindness is offered, but not understood
I see sarcasm when you do not hear an answer to a question and you think you were ignored
I see relief when a familiar friendly face comes toward you in a crowd
I see love when you recite memories of loved ones you hold dear.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ September 2012