A sigh of exhaustion passed across the bench as a group of three young travelers boarded the Roma Metro after a long day of exploring and deciphering a foreign culture. Their heads were spinning with all of the new sights and sounds and did not say much between themselves as the metro hummed on. Then came a gypsy mom and child in their raggedy clothes pulling a boom-box and McDonald’s cup. They walked along the moving car diligently, on a mission, they were very used to the bumps and jerks. The mother started to play the accordion accompanied by poppy background music from the boom-box. It was a pitiful sight, the travelers did not know if it was appropriate to watch. The metro hummed on.
As they stared at the aglets of their shoelaces and held their heads between their hands, a sweet high pitched voice began to sing along to the gypsy music. It was a little boy holding on to the strong hand of his father getting ready to depart the car. The child’s voice was full of little giggles and a rainbow of notes. He was singing as if he was the only one in the room, his face was full of happiness and innocence. A smile spread across the bench of travelers. Only a child’s voice can brighten the days of entire subway cart of tired people. It is the simple things. Thank you Subway Child for brightening my day.