That part with the kid made me tear up a bit...
Is it about wanting to return to those guileless days of being a child without worries? Or the fear of contaminating that smile with the darkness dwelling in our heart? Do I smile, because I'm happy that someone looked at me with such unbridled curiosity? Or because I'm afraid that if I don't, that smile will turn into aversion and contempt?
I guess sometimes even kindness hurts like that.