She held her hand over her mouth as we approached the train, her non verbal cue that she was scared. I reassured her as I lifted her onto the seat. I explained the noises we would hear and the sights we would see. The train whistle blew and she flinched for a second. We lurched forward and her hand began to tremble slightly. But as we wound our way around the track, she unclenched her fist. The breeze kissed our faces and made her smile. For our entire ride she never let go of me. Her tiny hand clamped onto my finger as a sign of trust and a show of security.