Nick paused when he overheard a woman arguing with her young daughter, maybe around seven years old? The girl was being very difficult. He stood up and walked over to them. "You have the sweetest little girl," he told the mother. "You two must get along great."
Suddenly, the daughter began behaving herself and the mother no longer looked angry. She turned towards Nick and smiled. "Yes, it's like we're best friends."
Nick smiled. See? He did something good here.
But then that urge began to well up and instead of just stopping there and going back to the bench to finish his coffee and danish, he began to change the woman and her daughter more. He just couldn't help himself, no matter how much he wanted to change things for himself. Face it, he really did need therapy.
"Best friends, huh?" Nick said, his mind already churning with ideas.
