I hear a baby crying somewhere in the street below.
There are all kinds of noises happening in that street. People chattering, kids calling, laughter, the train, the noise of vehicles to and fro. But that baby's cry stands out from all the other noise.
Everything in me instinctively wants to rush down and comfort the poor child. Take the baby in my arms and bounce and whisper soothing words.
But instead I step to the window and look out, wondering whose child it is.
There I spot them. The baby in a stroller and the father trying his best. I smile faintly. A young father trying to do his best to calm one child while trying to keep an eye on his wandering toddler, too.
He has success for a little while, but then the baby cries again. I sigh, but I know it will be ok.
The father has his child. The baby will be ok.