I met you when we were on the blue line. I was on my way to Los Angeles and you were on your way to Bakersfield. You had two lovely sons with you. One looked 4 and the one you had strapped on to you was 9 months old. I felt bad for you because you had your baby harness on while your other son was running around wild on the Metro. You came in pushing a stroller with numerous bags fastened to it, plus a back pack. You then exchanged a few words with the man standing next to me, I some how got into the conversation but then realized we had nothing in common and went back to listening my ipod. I noticed that you had a lot more to say about why you were traveling to Bakersfield, I didn't want to be rude so I took off my headphones to listen. You said that it was your sons birthday and your son really wanted to be with his father. I don't know your situation but I can tell that you have a big heart, I mean couples that are separated and share a child rarely get along lol. Your wrinkled hands, tranquil voice, and blank gaze showed me you've had your share of hard times. I don't know you and you probably have already forgotten all about me but I wish you well. I really wished I could of helped you carry your belongings to Bakersfield. Hope you had a safe trip.
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