As we arrived at the crowded station, I felt a wave of heat rush over me. Thousands of mothers were sobbing all around the station, saying what could be the last goodbye they ever say to their children. How could these people be excited about leaving their family? I caught a glimpse of my mother as she came running over to say goodbye, only to be blocked by a crowd of hurried children.”Muuuuummmm!!!” I screamed as our steam train pulled away from the station. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder,” It’s ok,” the person reassured. Turning around “Who are you?” I managed to get out through tears and a throat as dry as chalk.” My name is George, and I’m only here to help.” assured the older boy, releasing his hand from my shoulder. I grabbed his hand and held it tightly, Then, I started to cry. I miss my Mum