Normally Children Annoy Me.

A group of kids board the bus and take some seats ahead of me. One of them is faintly singing, and it’s beautiful, whatever it is; his voice was like something from a different time, and place. Then he stopped to pick up conversation with his friends, which lead to someone exclaiming “–she’s lying!”, as if his friend was being mislead and his tone implied it was only obvious, that I cracked a grin, and felt assured that humanity would carry on into the future.