He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

I see many things riding the New York subway.

There’s the guy panhandling in three different languages accommodating the tourist crowd.  The gypsy guitar players who seranade you in-between stops.  School groups pinned together like paper dolls en route to The Statue of Liberty, all more or less staples of train life.

But every now and then there’s a Hallmark moment to be had you don’t see too often.

It was early, before 7, when I nestle in a seat surrounded by hard hats and hotel workers. Down the car, across the way is a big lump, as if someone left a huge black trash bag abandoned on the seat.  After donning my specs, I see it move, realizing someone is beneath it.

Suddenly a little cream-colored head pops out bundled in a bright red turtleneck under a kelly green parka.  A second later a larger version joins him.  The older one,  around 15, allows the 7, no more than 8 year-old, to use him and his overcoat as a big comforter.

What strikes me most is the affection they clearly have for each other.  The young one, hugging like his arms were around a big bear, the elder, gently holding him.

Why are they so tired, I wonder, covertly watching.  The book bags piled as pillows suggest they’re going to school, siblings in snoozy flight.

When I get up to leave, I stand by them not planning to engage, when the little one opens his sleepy eyes, looks directly into mine and says, “He’s my brother.”

I smile.  “Take care of him,” I say, “and what ever you do, don’t miss your stop.”

He then disappears back under his, what I can only call, fort of love.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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16 Responses to He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

  1. micklively says:

    We like to think we’re not animals. Shared genes mean a lot. Yours are giving you a warm glow whilst you watch.

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  2. I’m all for forts of love. That was certainly a sign of hope in this crazy world we’re living in today.

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    What a heart-warming picture, Susannah. That’s a really early start for school. School doesn’t begin until around 7:45 to 8;00 up here, and some of the grade schools don’t begin until 8:45.
    Now I’m sitting here wondering why they were so tired. I hope it was just the early morning hour.

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  4. Nice to see. There’s not enough of that.

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  5. Elle Knowles says:

    Brotherly love. Nice to see in this age of technology over engaging with human beings.

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  6. Patricia says:

    There is hope for the world.

    Liked by 1 person

  7. That made me feel good, Susannah. :O)

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