I was selling pastries; just selling pastries. College was overwhelming, I missed my family, and I was selling pastries. Yet, the couple walked in with smiles and I noticed. I noticed how tightly she held his arm, I imagined each wrinkle on their face as a memory; there were hundreds of beautiful memories. He held her hand and she held his. Then, they asked for a pastry to share. As they slowly decided which delicious dessert they'd like to eat, he looked at me with kind eyes and peaceful demeanor and asked me if I always had sold pastries there. I gave him my story. And then he gave me his. I'm not sure what he was thinking, or why it popped into his head, but then it happened. He asked me. He asked me to sing; any song, but would I sing (little did he know, I'd been in Honors Choir for years). My face was blushed and the only song hopping into my mind to sing was "You are My Sunshine". So I sang. And as I began, he also began, and then his wife began to sing too. There in the midst of the pastries and a whole lot of customers, we sang You are My Sunshine. What I thought would be embarrassing turned into one of the most precious moments I've ever experienced. His eyes were dripping tears and customers just beamed. When the song finished he looked at me, took my hand, and smiled the most sunshine filled smile I'd ever seen, "Oh, you don't know how much this means to me." And they walked away, hand in hand, and he kissed her forehead before he opened the door. A simple song of kindness, a simple act of good.