"...As if nothing had happened!" her mother shouted throwing away The Kafka she was reading. She could see from her mother's face that this was not the usual, it was serious. Something had happened, something very bad. Her nostrils flared, eyes were blood red and she was trembling. She held her hand with pleading eyes but her mother removed the hand and slapped her hard on her face. She again held her hand with both her hands and held it softly but more reassuringly. She looked in to her eyes and nodded her head down once with empathy. She knew what it was. She was not a child anymore. She was almost eighteen now. She was still not an adult but she was always an adult from the heart. "What is it Mom?" she said calmly Her mother had stopped to tremble and sat beside her on the bed in her room and kept her head low. They remained silent for a few minutes and then tears started to roll out of the mothers eyes. The daughter hugged her tightly. "It is all right ...
.........And I missed my train. I sat on my hunches, panting hard grasping every breath as if it were my last. My heart kept on jumping in my rib cage as if it just wants to be set free, maybe it wanted to be freed of the body it was hopelessly pumping life in. I closed my eyes and still the pain won't go off. I tried to get up and somehow dragged my body to the bench and sat somehow clinging my bag, the only luggage I had. I looked up at the concrete roof of the station and the sickly ceiling fan and smiled. I never missed a train actually and it was my first. "Hello, missed the train?" I sat up startled and looked at a smiling face. A pretty good looking face at that. Missing train may have it's own perks I believe. "Yes." I said "Well I saw you running towards it and I was in it." "Were you sleeping that it took you so long to get down at the station?" "No, I got in the train from this station, I saw you missing your train and I g...
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