Driving home from Staples Center late Thursday evening, Alana looked out the windows at the tall buildings. “The look like they’re made of Legos.” She said.
Mia had her eyes forward on a sign of lights that read “Vote Bernie” on the bridge above the freeway. “The letters are moving.” She pointed out.
The words that spelled out “VOTE” looked like they were dancing around in midair. The people holding them barely visible in the black curtain of night. I could only make out a light colored cowboy hat holding the letter ‘V’.
“There are people holding the letters.” I explained. “It’s hard to see them.”
Mark rolled down the window. He honked and we all shouted, “Woo hoo! Go Bernie!” to show our support.
As we went under the bridge, Mia said, “There are a lot of nice people here.” Which made me chuckle because that’s not something one hears in regards to Los Angeles – the city of nice people.
Many would say otherwise. But my girls see a lot of good in the world. And, for now, they think fondly of the city and the people here, holding up signs that look like Christmas, cheering for a man we believe in.
But I should mention, Alana prefers Hillary. Which makes things more fun and interesting at home. If Hillary wins, my baby girl will be so happy. And we will be happy to cheer her on.