A Dialogue in the Subway by Kira Savchenko

2:45. 2:50. 2:55.
I was standing and waiting for the subway train. Finally, it arrived, I entered the half-empty subway car and noticed a boy of 5 years old was looking at me smiling. I sat in front of him and his mother. *The doors are closing. The next station is .. *
Every time in the transport I watch people closely around me. One frowning boy was leaning on the doors and listening to the music so loudly that the lyrics of the song was heard just to the place where I was sitting.
A grandmother with a big bag was sleeping next to me. Tired teenagers were looking at photos, probably they're just from the party and caught the first subway train. I've always been interested, where do they go all in such early time?
My attention was attracted by that boy, or rather his blue-eyed mother, who was sitting conceived and even didn't yell at the child. At the same time the boy was curiously looking at the subway map, then started to rock on the railing, telling me that they had been often moving, every time looked at the station while the doors were opening.
I looked at them and was grateful to him, to his mother. She did not kill his carefree childhood, she allowed him to explore the world with eyes full of curiosity, to feel it along and across. Without prejudice, screams and prohibitions.
I wanted to give something to a boy, but an adult lady like me didn't have nothing that could interest him. Luckily, I've found a blue washi tape with small white polka dot.
"Hey, look! It's a washi tape. Do you want it?" I asked.
"Can I give a look?" Immediately he appeared near his mother.
"Thank you! Now I will wrap gifts with it and wear it on my finger so that it won't get lost."
I smiled.
"This is my nephew, I adopted him from an orphanage" That woman said.
The train stopped at the station.
"How brilliant you are!" The only thing I managed to formulate.
They got out of the car, the doors closed.