Daddy's Girls

There is a gentleman that I often see in the morning outside the coffee shop. He is a bit disheveled, always with a cigarette in his hand and appears to be down in his luck. He waits for the bus and always has two little girls with him. The youngsters appear to be around four or five and are very cute with pretty blond curls. Today they are running around the bus stop coming dangerously close to the street. As I considered whether I should do something, he grabs the girls somewhat roughly. As I stare out the window I can see that he is angrily scolding them for their behavior. The girls hang their heads obviously hurt by what he said and the manner in which he said it. While I was upset with the way he handled the situation, I realized that he was likely doing the best and the girls were likely lucky to be with their Dad.