I spy with my little eye...

I spy with my little eye, a girl with her father...up front in the drivers' seat was a dad who was parked besdie us and behind him in the carseat was a cute little blonde thing about 19 months old...as his girlfriend or wife got out of the car in a short mini skirt and strapless shirt in black heels, he reached back and smoothed out her hair...a gentle and simple act but it compelled me to watch a little while longer. He caressed her face in his hand and she giggled, it stunned me to see such a simple act, I kinda thought that he was her real father. That he would love her, so rare to seem such a raw form of adoration nowadays. The wife came back and I saw circular bruises on her arms, from needles, (I know because my older sister did the same) and I knew that he would love that baby and protect her from any evil, even if that same evil he always read to her about at bedtime, was her very own mother.

Does anyone besides me feel really emotional about this?