Being watched

I was sketching on BART during my commute home when a mother and her 4 year old daughter sat next to me.  The little girl watched as I sketched people in the car.  When I would start a new person, she would look around to try and find the person I was sketching.  We didn't speak at all, she just watched me draw. 

I remember when I was really young seeing people who could draw and I gotta say, it felt good being able to give some of that magic back.