During my commute last week, I saw a rather charming sight. A mother was reading an Amelia Badelia book to her two young children. She sat in the middle of the bench seat, and each kid was curled up against her to look at the book's illustrations. Her voice was quiet, but still loud enough to be heard over the usual noise of the train's movements.
Aside from being utterly adorable, the best part about this moment was that everyone else on the train was smiling. A few of us were even listening to the story as well.
At the risk of being weird, I even snapped a reflection of the moment in the train window.
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