August 25, 2003
When they enter the F train, I dub them "the Suarez family". All four – dad, pregnant mom, sons (about six and nine) sit quietly at the end of the car, facing the rest of the passengers, the parents on one side of the aisle, the boys on the other. Dad shakes a container of yogurt and silently passes it to the younger boy, to his right. He opens it, takes a gulp, and, smiling, hands it to his brother. Dad does the same with another container and shares it with his wife. I fall in love with the Suarez family.