Life is like a train ( Part 1)


The train sets off from deport, your mom gave birth to you. You sat on the train, arriving at your very first station. The first few passengers were your family members. They stayed sat down and taught you how to operate your train, just like how they did when you were young. They accompanied you as you continued your journey to the next station. The door opened, you started to see unfamiliar faces. You were afraid. No fear. Your family members were with you. As you go past more and more stations, you realized people come and go. Some came in your life for a short duration, as short as the distance of one station from another, while some stayed through longer…

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