I was returning from a business trip when, in the airport waiting room, I suddenly saw the dog I had lost years ago.
She turned and walked quickly toward the back of the airport, never looking back.
I stayed with Max, leash in hand, feeling the crowd around us begin to disperse. The man with the coffee smiled at me and nodded.
“Good luck to you,” he said, then walked away.
The woman holding her child leaned down and whispered to the little one:
– You see, my darling, sometimes the things we’ve lost come back. We just have to wait and not lose hope.
The child looked at me, then at Max, smiled, and waved. I smiled back and waved.
When the last of them had gone, I found myself alone with Max in the middle of the waiting room. People continued to pass by, but no one paid us any attention. We were just a traveler and his dog, together again, waiting for their flight—or perhaps, simply savoring the moment.
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