Weighed down with grocery and a sleeping infant, I had been a fool to use the escalator–the older one got left behind at the top.
A bunch of college kids jumped up, ‘I’ll hold your baby. You fetch him.’ They looked decent enough, but… ?
I didn’t have to take a decision- someone took my son by his hand, and brought him down.
Before I could thank them, they all melted away.
The city is impersonal, they say. So what, I ask? When you find a helping hand, or a dozen, do you really need to know its name?