She stepped from the train and waved. He crossed the platform towards her. She stood, dropping her oversized tote bag. It's weight obviously too much. He hugs her, holding her longer than you would normally expect as she seemed to draw strength from him. Her frame collapsing into his arms. He brushes her dishevelled hair from her face, looks into her eyes and smiles. Then straining, he picks up her bag and pushes the stroller that cocoons a sleeping child. They walk off together. Another day of treatment is done, and the little girl will again wake to see her mother's face.
Small joys will end this day, and supply courage to face the next.
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