She walked into the theatre with Big Sis, just as the previews were ending.
For being the massive 25-theatre AMC in Times Square, the theatre for Kitt Kittredge: An American Girl was tiny. She spotted two seats next to an elderly woman and thought about whether or not she would bother her too much by sitting next to her. She went for it.
The lady had to move her bag out of the aisle to let her pass, but did so willingly. She and Big Sis settled in and the movie began. She could feel the energy of the woman next to her as soon as the music started for the opening credits. It was pleasure and anticipation. It brought a smile to her face as she sat in that serenity from her neighbor.
As the movie began, the lady laughed out loud with glee and sincerity at the 10-year-old's humor and wit. As the film progressed to scenes from the Depression era, the woman started crying. When she heard the tears and saw her dab her eyes with her peripheral vision, it brought tears to her eyes as well. It wasn't the movie, it was the way the movie touched the woman, who probably lived through similar scenes.
The movie went on like this. Her seatmate laughed out loud and cried out loud. She rode the rollercoaster with her, and felt feelings...real feelings. It was such a great movie, but her experience was enriched by sitting next to the elderly lady. She hasn't felt a lot of real feelings since she went on the meds, so it was nice to have an hour and a half of living someone else's real and raw emotions.
As the credits rolled, she offered to carry the woman's roller suitcase. She declined, and then a few steps later said: "Are you the one who asked to help me?"
She said: "Yes."
Her reply: "Thank you."
"No, thank you," she thought.