Was on the 2 train going downtown a couple of days ago. At one of the stops, this chick got in with her man and their 4 kids.
At first I didn't pay much attention to them, but as the kids were sitting directly across from me, starring out the window and excitedly making noise--you know how kids on trains are--I couldn't help but focus my attention on them. Three of the kids were children, and the 4th was a baby, in a stroller held fast by the mom.
Anyway, over the next few minutes, I kept sneaking looks at the mom. I wasn't aware when they first boarded the train, but after creeping and scrutinizing her for a min, I couldn't help but admit that she was fine. Like not fine in an overly sexual manner, but fine in a classical sense; a refined and delicate beauty, of sorts. I figure she couldn't have been any older than 25; early 20s is very plausible. Anyway, for much of their ride, her gaze was fixed on some object slightly to my right. As I was sitting by the door, I imagine that she was probably just looking outside at the skyline, and watching the buildings rush past.
There's a part of me that wants to believe that she was trying hard not to look at me (as I was sitting directly opposite of her), but I know better than that. However, the intensity of her gaze did suggests that she was elsewhere; away from her present location; somewhere offering a much needed break from her present circumstance: 3 cute but loud kids, with a 4th in tow, and a baby daddy more in tune with whatever was happening on his iphone 5.
Maybe 15 minutes after they got on, they arrived at their stop, and together disembarked. As they left, I stole one more look at the mother. Even in her winter coat, all bundled up, I confirmed that she was indeed fine. And In that brief moment, when she gathered up her brood and paraded them out of the train, I was dead-*** overwhelmed by a feeling of "wanting to save her"...
. I know, weird, but I legit wanted to save her. Like just grab her hand before she could leave the train, get on my knees, and profess an unwavering love and loyalty to her and her kids, forevermore.
For all I know she has a bomb life, with a ****-load of money in the bank. It's very possible. But damn, to be as young and fine as she was, with 4 kids, i just could not help but envision a hard life for her--and that really pulled at my heart strings and conjured the captain in me.
Anyone ever experienced a situation like that?...
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feels like I'm choking on glass
