I was on the platform. Waiting....waiting....waiting for him to come to the meeting point we had promised upon. A heavy bag weighing down my shoulder and a heart drowning with hatred for my family. I waited. And I waited....the trains were passing, making me anxious. People were everywhere. But that one person that meant the world to me was nowhere. Perhaps he forgot. Maybe he regretted our promise.

Just as my feet took the first step to go off, he came. The train was just about to leave....