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I stand on the platform, bag heavy on my shoulder.
I stand on the platform, bag heavy on my shoulder.
The train horn sounds loud and clear.
The train horn sounds loud and clear.
My heart beats fast like a drum.
My heart beats fast like a drum.
I hug my mom one last time.
I hug my mom one last time.
Her eyes are wet but she smiles.
Her eyes are wet but she smiles.
She whispers, 'You will do great.'
She whispers, 'You will do great.'
I turn and step onto the train.
I turn and step onto the train.
The doors close with a soft hiss.
The doors close with a soft hiss.
Through the window, I see her wave.
Through the window, I see her wave.
The train moves, and the station fades.
The train moves, and the station fades.
I feel a mix of sadness and excitement.
I feel a mix of sadness and excitement.
This goodbye is not an end but a start.
This goodbye is not an end but a start.
Goodbye at the Station
by @nora_talks