He had a linebacker-like build, a chest-length beard, and tattoos that resembled prison ink when I saw him in the cereal aisle. He had a baby doll in his arms. Holding it as if it were real, adjusting its tiny pink hoodie, and all that. To be honest? He might have been off, I thought.
People were looking at each other. Some are laughing, while others are avoiding eye contact. However, he didn’t appear to notice. Instead, he continued to buy while whispering to the doll, “You want the blueberry waffles again, huh?” such as that.
I couldn’t resist passing him again, this time by the freezer area. I said, “Cute baby,” with a small smile. I thought he would ignore me or grunt. Rather, he turned to face me and murmured, “Thank you. Dani is her name. The only aspect of my kid that I can hold onto is her.
I was at a loss for words.
He simply sighed when he saw my face. She died a year ago. vehicle collision. She owned this doll. Her fave. Every Saturday I take her with me. The same as we used to.
I felt sick to my stomach. “I’m so sorry” was all I could manage.
He rolled his cart away after giving a single nod, as if the discourse had come to an end. Talking to Dani quietly as if nothing had changed.
I was in utter shock as I stood there with a frozen pizza. Subsequently, I took an unexpected action and pursued him.
Generally speaking, I’m somewhat shy with strangers. Something about that man pulled at me, even though I don’t like to pry. When he said, “She was my daughter,” I believe it was the weight in his voice. My little worries about getting a good sale suddenly seemed insignificant. Unsure of what to do when I came up to him, I rushed down the aisle, leaving the frozen pizza in my cart.
He was in the toy department by the time I located him, strolling leisurely among the shelves with a thoughtful expression on his face. He paused at a plush bunny with floppy ears and ran his fingers through its fur as he walked past the lines of stuffed animals. With a sigh, he carefully put it back on the shelf. His eyes glazed over at that point, as if he was in another place, perhaps recalling a moment when his actual Dani had performed the same act.
I didn’t want to startle him, so I gently cleared my throat. “Pardon me,” I said. “I… I simply wanted to check in with you. I am aware that we are strangers, however I stumbled over my words, almost expecting him to urge me to shut up.
Rather, he turned to me and grinned wearily. “I appreciate you asking. I suppose I’ve been getting by. Simply remind myself that every day is worth living if I can get up and do something that makes me think about my kid. As he gently smoothed the pink hoodie once again, he glanced down at the doll in his arms.
“I’m sorry to bring it up, but would you mind telling me about her?” I blurted without thinking. If… if you feel at ease with that. As soon as I inquired, my face became hot. I was concerned that it was too quick and too personal. But there was something about Dani, about him, that piqued my interest.
He looked at me for a moment, as if he was considering opening up to a complete stranger. Then he gave a nod. “I’m Marcos,” he introduced himself. “Well, my daughter was the most intelligent thing you’ve ever seen. cherished Saturday mornings. You know, that was our day. Every Saturday, we would come here together to look at the new cereals, choose a silly snack, and then swing by the toy section to see if anything grabbed her eye. Her mom worked the early shift. For the most part, she never asked me to buy her anything. She enjoyed merely observing and speculating. However, I let her choose one item for her eighth birthday. She selected this doll and gave it the name Dani. She received the name from my daughter’s own name, that’s how. His breath caught slightly. “We had two Danis in the house, I used to joke.”
Though I didn’t want to cry in front of him, tears started to well up in my eyes. “That is truly lovely,” I muttered.
After swallowing, Marcos touched the doll’s shoulder and nodded slightly at me. “Thank you. In any case, this is how I can still be with her even though she isn’t physically present. People think I’m crazy, and I understand that. A big man holding a baby doll. However, it’s simply I told her that we would continue to spend Saturdays together, and I’m doing my best to keep my word.
beneath the overhead lights, he appeared to nearly shrink, his tall physique sagging beneath the weight of his grief. Once more, I had to blink away tears. I tried to seem upbeat as I said, “I really think it’s… it’s a really touching thing to do.” It’s not strange. It’s love.
Then he stared at me, truly looked at me, and nodded slowly. I saw a flicker of relief in his eyes for a second. Perhaps strangers didn’t react that way to him very often.
In the end, we spent a solid ten minutes conversing in the toy aisle. We had more in common than you would have imagined. Marcos had been raised in a different neighborhood in the same city as me. Before suffering a knee injury, he was a standout football player in high school. He then got employment as a mechanic. His arms were largely covered with tattoos that paid homage to his family rather than gang or jail ink. His right forearm was covered in his grandmother’s face, his father’s name, and a large one for his departed daughter, Dani. He showed me the whirl of vibrant flowers surrounding her name and declared, “This one is my favorite.” “I wore daisies and cats on my arm forever because she would constantly draw them in my notebook.”
An elderly woman passed by at one point and gave us the impression that we were obstructing the aisle. After Marcos graciously apologized, we pushed our carts aside. He said, “I’d better check out soon.” “As usual, I had a busy day running errands.”
I was hit by a wave of grief. It broke my heart to think about him lugging his cart around the store every Saturday, doll in hand. “Hey, would you like some company for the remainder of your shopping before you leave? I would want to take a walk with you, but I don’t want to bother you.
I nearly thought he would say no. Rather, he hesitated, his gaze darting to the doll and then back to me. “Yes,” he responded quietly. “That would be nice.”
So we spent some time together wandering the aisles. He picked up a box of blueberry waffles, which he described as “Dani’s favorite,” and explained to me how she would always get them. I chose some fresh fruit and some frozen pizza once more. We discussed trivial topics like a sports team I used to support, the greatest coffee shop in town, and that new action film that everyone was raving about. Occasionally, he would go silent and draw the doll closer to him, absorbed in his own thoughts. But every time, he brought himself back to the present to make a joke or share a recollection involving his daughter.
At the checkout, we lined up. People were looking at him and at us, and I could see some of them muttering behind their hands or shaking their heads. Despite the slight sag in his broad shoulders, Marcos stood tall. I made an effort to convey the message that “He’s not doing anything wrong.” Don’t bother him. People are people, of course.
Following our payment, we all went outside into the parking lot. The breeze was crisp and the sun shone brightly. Marcos appeared to have more to say as we unloaded our items into our cars. With a doll in one arm, he turned to face me. “Thank you,” he muttered. Indeed. Just for listening. for being a normal person to me. The significance of that is beyond my comprehension.
My cheeks were heated. “Obviously. Finding just a little bit about your daughter was interesting. She seems to have been a wonderful child.
He nodded as his gaze briefly swept over the parking lot before returning to me. She was. And, I realize this is short notice, but I would be pleased to give your car a free tune-up or whatever if you ever want to stop by the garage where I work. In some way, I would like to repay the compassion.
I chuckled in astonishment. I answered, “I might take you up on that.” And I sensed the sincerity of his offer. “I’m usually present on weekends. We can talk again, perhaps even go out for coffee at some point.
He responded, “Yeah,” with a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He then made another adjustment to the baby doll’s hood. “That would be nice,” Dani responds. His voice had an indisputable sweetness, and I recognized how foolish it had been of me to condemn him solely on the basis of appearance.
After we parted ways, I couldn’t get our meeting out of my head. I came to the realization that you can never truly know what someone is hiding inside. In a single, basic baby doll, Marcos carried his daughter’s love, pain, and devotion. It made me realize how deceptive appearances can be. Sometimes, despite their rugged exterior, the kindest souls are fashioned by events that most of us cannot fathom.
I made a few visits to the garage during the ensuing months. Despite his constant busyness, Marcos would wave me over and introduce me to his colleagues. He joked that engine grease wouldn’t be good for her pink hoodie, but the doll was never there, but it was obvious that Dani was still very much in his heart. She had profoundly affected him, and even when she wasn’t there, she was teaching him how to love more and how to move on when all of your heart wants to linger in the past.
I returned to Target around noon on a couple Saturdays later. As expected, I saw him with the baby doll in the crook of his arm in the cereal aisle. He replied softly as I approached, “No, we don’t need more cookies,” as though the doll had requested them. I suppressed a smile, experiencing the same emotional uptick. It was appropriate to see him there, honoring his pledge.
For a time, we spoke about nothing but the fact that the store had changed some outdated signage and that blueberry waffles were once again on sale. Just casual talk, as if we had known one other for years. Beneath the little banter, however, was the deep understanding that this man was grieving in one of the most authentic ways imaginable—by accepting love rather than withdrawing.
He gave the doll a cheek pat before we left, saying, “Dani says hi.” She also advises not to worry about the looks. In a grocery shop where so many people were quick to pass judgment, we both laughed at that. Feeling lighter after seeing him, I bid him well and went to get some fruit.
Marcos and his doll taught me that until we take the time to learn about someone’s story, we really don’t know anything about it. Laughing, judging, and assuming. However, there is nearly always a cause, a tale that might arouse our empathy, behind that rough appearance or behind that behavior we cannot comprehend. Sometimes all you need is a little courage, a gentle inquiry, and an open mind.
Never make snap judgments about someone based solely on their appearance or outward appearance. Each and every one of us is experiencing something. And we may come across tales that transform us if we slow down, show a little compassion, and approach people with an open mind. We might even meet someone we never thought we’d meet.
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