All I was doing that day was selling pastries. College was overwhelming, I missed my family, and I was selling pastries. A 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 to sing; any song, but would I sing. Of course, he didn't know I had been in Honors Choir for years. The only song that came to mind was "You are My Sunshine," so I sang it out. As I began, he also began, and then his wife began to sing too. There, in the midst of the pastries and several other 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, while customers were overwhelmed with joy. When the song finished he looked at me, took my hand, and smiled the most sunshine filled smile I'd ever seen. He said, "Oh, you don't know how much this means to me." And they walked away, hand in hand. He kissed her forehead before he opened the door. A simple song of kindness; a simple act of good.