she grabbed her baby and held it between her arms in a hopeless move to keep him warm and calm his furious crying. I sat there watching and wondering why did she even brought him to life if she couldn't afford him a good life. I turned to the other side and the bus moved away. I was about to forget the scene but the lady sitting next to me was wispering on the phone and my ears were curious to catch a hold of the subject. Poor thing she is, telling her friend about her lastest visit to the doctor, her gynecologist. The doctor apparently made some assemption that she can't have a baby and she was almost destroyed. I could hear her friend trough the phone trying to calm her down and assuring her that there must be some way to solve this problem. That is when the scene of the mendiant with the child came back to me. She probably can't feed him or buy clothes to both of them since she was sitting on the side of the road in this cold day with summer outfits. If we call them outfits!!
I felt sorry for both women, the first has a kid but can't give him what he needs or enjoy having him, certainly she is feeling burdened with the responsability. The second one must be onging to have kids, to see her dreams coming true in their eyes and laughs and ready to do anything to grasp that gift from life.
Such a problematic issue ended in my forgetting field once I reached the bus stop in front of the office, a hard day is waiting for me and I need a ful concentration to fulfill my own dream, not including any kids anyway.
But what are the chances you have to meet a complete stranger twice in a day? Very high if you were going back from work taking the same but that will go th same way no matter how many times you ride it. And my chances to see the sad family were positive, but in a strange way...