I little kid was sitting with his dad in a bus going towards the central part of the city. He was observing the people around him, and saw them in their own world, looking at their hands, looking at their iPods, looking at their books, and gazing into distances.
It was normal for the little kid to see that, but his mind still wondered why so.
The bus stopped to drop people and pick up new people going the same way. The little kid was staring at the people passing by, trying to find a different face, trying to meet another's eye.
A young man stopped at the front of the bus, standing, with his earphones in his ear, just like the others, the little kid thought. But the young man looked different to the usual people he sees, darker skin, hairy face and head, and he was nodding his head to his music, it seemed for the little kid.
The little kid was confused, and even more confused when the young man looked at the little kid and gave a great smile towards him. The little kid turned to his dad and asked "Why is that young man smiling?", the dad didn't understand, and looked towards the young man, who was still smiling, looking outside the bus' windows. "Because he is happy, aren't you happy?" the dad requested with a monotone voice.
The little kid stared at his dad's answer and questioned "I am not smiling, does that mean I am not happy?"
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