A father and daughter boarded my train headed for home. They sat in front, she with headphones in her ears and an iPod in her hand. Wearing a pink jacket and carrying a pink backpack, her hair was plaited in one long side braid with a pink headband on top. Her eyes, large and brown looked around the train, distant. The dad dressed smartly in beige. The girl sang, not words but throaty guttural tones. She rocked from side to side. Turning her head, she looked at me. I smiled and she returned mine, still humming. Dad opened his eyes, briefly. "Shhhh," he cautioned. Closing his eyes, he went back to his nap.
Still she hummed, quieted now.