Thanksgiving smiles

Before her death I would pick up Casey at the train station coming home from NYC for Thanksgiving. I would park in a spot where I could see the west exit and wait. I would pretty much stare as I wanted to see her as she first appeared. She would walk out and as I was looking at her face she would suddnely see me and she would smile. I knew that smile was reserved for me-her daddy-and I loved it.