A minute later she reached out again. Took another cookie. Then another. And another.

Her genuine joy with every bite was so contagious that it felt completely wrong to argue or to hide the box.

In the end, when the train was already running at full speed, only crumbs were left in my box. The girl, full and happy, was sitting there with a grin from ear to ear.

About half an hour later she turned back to me again. Her eyes sparkled with hope – she probably thought I had some secret stash of sweets. But when she saw the empty box, she looked a little sad. And then something happened that left me completely speechless.  To be continued in the first comment