He walked over to me with a gentle smile, crouched down to my child’s level, and began to softly hum a tune. His voice, deep and soothing, was a stark contrast to the chaos around us. I watched in awe as my baby, who had been inconsolable just moments ago, paused and looked up at the man, his tiny eyes fixated on this stranger who had suddenly entered his world with a melody.
The man continued to hum as he picked up a small, colorful toy from his pocket, a little rattle that caught the light and twinkled invitingly. He handed it to my son, who immediately grabbed it and began to shake it with curiosity. The sound was gentle, rhythmic, and it seemed to captivate my baby’s attention.
As my son focused on his new toy, the man looked up at me, his eyes kind and understanding. “I have kids of my own,” he said softly. “I know how tough it can be.”
