The Journey
Broken, I stumbled off the train. The crunch of glass underneath my step. My hand clutched so tightly in William’s hand. Why are we here? What did we do to deserve this? I glared back at the rumbling train which was now far in the distance. This is my home. Surrounding me was endless rubble. The world had been tipped upside-down. The thick, black, starry night filled the atmosphere. Like all of us, the houses were broken, bruised, battered.
The whimpering children, William and I made our way into the station to find our new parents. I prayed that I wouldn’t be split up from William. My heart was thumping like a bass drum. What would happen if I weren’t wanted? What would happen if William and I were split up? Hundreds and thousands of thoughts came rushing through my head. I couldn’t see. The tears filled up my vision. I squeezed William's hand even tighter. I closed my eyes and just waited. Suddenly, I heard a seemingly sweet voice. Was she talking about me?
“That one?” enquired a voice.
I looked up to see the most beautiful, stunning lady I’d ever seen. She was tall and graceful looking with a beaming smile on her face. I think I have a chance.
“Yes, she is delightful but she also has a brother?”
“Umm well,” muttered the lady, my heart skipped a beat. “My husband only wanted one…” she carried on, my heart sank. “But I couldn’t bear to separate them, I’ll take them both.”
I shot a look back at William. The smile on his face was priceless. We had finally, only after a few minutes but what seemed like forever, been chosen!
“Good evening William and Mary, I am your new carer for now.”
My journey had just begun.