The other day, a man walked into a busy restaurant. He was greeted at the door, and said he was just staying for a few minutes, was meeting someone. No need for a table.
He walked through the restaurant, his gaze flicking over the faces of the diners. he caught my gaze, and came straight over.
There was no question, he said. It was so definite, he said. Hello, he said.
That was my step-brother.
It is impossible to describe what that feels like. To have someone know who you are in a crowd because of your resemblance to a family.
From a writer's perspective, it is marvellous. A remiinder that every time we see people, or things, events, we should be looking with fresh eyes. See things as new, even when they are recogniseable.