I'm not having a very good morning. I could feel the scowl on my face the entire walk to work but for some reason couldn't remove it. The train was incredibly slow and I will probably be at work until ten again tonight. But all is not lost.
I sat across from an Asian man on the subway. He had very small hands. I watched as he flipped through a short stack of photographs. I didn't think much of it until he placed them in a respectively small white envelope with about seventeen foreign stamps on the back. For some reason this made me smile. He looked like he missed someone.
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