So my mom left the country to visit her parents a few days ago, and I'm left home with my father and younger brother. If you know me well, you know that me and my father don't have the best relationship. Scratch that, a lot of the time I HATE him.

Today was no different. Me, him, and my brother went to the art museum in my city to see a cool new exhibit they were showing. My dad likes to stall and take pictures and all that crap, while I'm a bit more restless and like to have my space, see things quickly for what they are, and move on.

My dad told me to stay with him, and I told him no, I wanted to go look up ahead.

He then proceeded to pull me into a corner where a young watchman was stationed, and began to yell at me. Loudly.

He angrily told me to respect and listen to him, and that he could make a huge scene if I ever disrespected him again, and to stop misbehaving.

The watchman witnessed the entire thing.

My dad and my brother (who takes my father's side out of fear, quite often) left the exhibit to go get headphones to walk them through the exhibit, and I was left standing alone there, trying to hold back my tears and anger.

The watchman got up, and began to walk around, and walked over to me and looked at me, and smiled in an almost apologetic manner.

He whispered to me, "It's okay," and smiled again, and left without another word.

I think we sometimes take advantage of people like him.

He gave me hope that there are good people, people that care, in the world.

I began to cry, not for what my insensitive father had screamed at me, but for how a simple "It's okay" from a man I didn't know meant far more to me than any other apology that I'd ever recieved.