Today I watched a father and son reject each other.
The boy sat between his father and me. His puffy winter jacket made swishing sounds as the train moved.
His father carefully unwrapped a cheese sandwich from his son’s lunchbox and shoved it with a wild amount of force towards the child’s mouth. The boy pushed his father’s hand away and shouted in a language I didn’t understand. I guess he said something like “Hey! Dad! Jesus! I’m not that hungry!” but he was only eight so probably not.
His dad muttered to himself under his breath and threw the sandwich into a garbage bag. The father stared straight ahead and said nothing more to his son.
The boy shifted his body towards his father, and rested his head against the man’s side.
Father and son left the train in single file. The boy’s small blue mittens were lost on the seat beside me.