Long gone are the days of a 15 cent train ride.
This cobblestone island being shaped by steel and concrete rolled her away from her beloved Caribbean island with every next stop.
Rumbling from one section of the city to another in a matter of minutes.
Instead of days spent on foot, a donkey or a horse drawn carriage crossing hills and valleys to see family or to go work for one.
The excitement and fear of a new destination or the different languages spoken above the roar.
That contraption quickly making sure she got to work on time despite the heat or the overcrowdedness.
Steel green churning monster with basket woven seats that could snag your stockings helped her ride from the poverty stricken life she left behind.
With each opening and closing of those doors and the reverberated movement of those cars she carried herself and her family to another level of a dream.