The motorbike in front of us was carrying four people in total. In between the adults, there was a baby and in front of the motorist, there was a toddler.

I could see the baby’s little foot dangling.
Precariously as it may seem, the oblivious child was rocking his/her foot, enjoying the ride.

Sis said, “People really shouldn’t have kids if they can’t afford to travel safely.”
I said, “Well, qiong you qiong kai xin.” – poverty has its own version of happiness. (this translation kills the actual meaning, sorry)