By
Lisa Papademetrioufor
Cynthia Leitich Smith's
Cynsations One day, I was at the grocery store with my daughter when I spotted a crazy man in the car beside ours.
Zara was very small, perhaps three years old, she watched while he sat in his car, talking to himself, as I unpacked the groceries.
When I finally sat behind the wheel, I tried to ignore the man, fearing that she would be frightened or concerned.
Instead, she looked at me and explained, “He’s praying.”
When I looked again, I realized t...