Inky Sweet

(I’m working in a well-known coffee shop. I’m heavily tattooed, and I’m used to rude comments from others. There is a little girl whispering to her mother and sneaking glances at me. The mother looks over at me.)

Mom: “Go on! It’s okay!”

(The little girl practically tiptoes over to me, looking in awe at my tattoos.)

Little Girl: “Excuse me… Do you have to put on your tattoos by yourself every day, or does your mom help you?”

(That was one of the sweetest things I’ve heard, and it made my day.)