I sat there observing this family for a good 30 minutes on my way to Lower Manhattan. The father, probably Dominican ( half black/ half Latin) sat there like a thug with his baggy jeans, over-sized shirt, and an expression on his face that gave-off a distaste for having kids and a family. The mother, however, was more attentive to her two kids consisting of one girl, probably age 6, and one boy, probably age 2.
The 2 year old boy sat in a stroller, and his older sister sat on one of the subway seats. This little 2 year old boy is probably the cutest thing you would have ever seen. The chubbiest thing you could have imagined, he was squealing in an efforts to communicate to his sister. He tried to grab everything his sister was grabbing, from the subway pole she grabbed on to, to any object she was taking from the stroller he sat in. From how he followed his sister's every move, there was a strong connection between these two.
Before leaving the train, I heard the two year old boy trying with every effort to communicate to his sister; however, his efforts only lead to inaudible noises. His sister, in an attempt to bond with him, began mimicking his noises; if he were to babble, she would babble, if he were to squeal, she would squeal. This back and forth play was so funny, and it reverberated throughout the train car. And as the train doors opened to let me out, I could still hear the younger brother squeal to his older sister, while the older sister would mimic his noises. I love the simplicity of childhood, and the logic that governs those years.
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