I get in the crowded subway this morning. A young mother is holding her four year-old daughter's hand and the little girl looks up at me. I give her a big smile. She is precious and keeps looking at me. I smile at her and keep eye contact with her. We're all about to get off the train at People's Square, and I wave goodbye to the little girl. I see her little pink and white knitted gloves starting to move. As her mother's leading her out of the train, she is waving to me.
There is hope for China, perhaps a long time from now.
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