Happiness is knowing that you did something good. It's a sense of relief that you did the right thing. It's being warmed by an internal smile.

Few weeks back I was on my way to work, after dropping my kids at day care. Along the road I spotted a boy, in his high school uniform, walking his little sister to crèche. She wore the same school t-shirt my kids wore that morning. The big brother was walking so fast she had to practically run to keep up with him. I was suddenly so sad, wondering where her parents were, that they probably had to leave for work very early, and use public transport. With a lump in my throat I thought of turning my car around to drive her the several blocks she still had to walk. But I was jammed in traffic. I guess I could have turned around if I had really tried.

The guilt and sadness and the image of the little person trotting along to keep up with her brother bothered me for a long time.

This morn, as I dropped my kids I looked for her along the road, but no luck. Even after I dropped my kids I swore that if I spotted her on my way home  I would turn the car around to drive her to school. And then there she was, still a good few blocks away. She's adorable.  Either 4 or 5 years old. It's been raining since yesterday, and even thought it wasn't raining this morning, she had a little umbrella with her.

I stopped the car, barely caring about the cars behind me. Her brother hesitated for a moment, then took her hand and led her across the road and into my warm car.

I easily drove around the block and dropped them both just outside the school gates. Did I mention that she's adorable.