The train (part 2)

  While waiting for the next station, we’re sitting near the sliding door; she gave me her daughter’s picture. I was surprised when I looked at it, my heart palpitates so very fast and I felt that my blood has stop circulating inside my vain. I looked at her face and she was smiled at me. I thought I was dreaming that time, She’s the grand mother of the girl I’m fighting for , and I said “what a coincidence ” and I can’t imagined how this incident came into a new ending, I mean, I’m starting to get over and move on. I do believed that this old woman is link between the girl I love most and the mother of her mother (her grandmother) I asked her, ma’am who is she? (  how stupid I am , I asked her grand daughter’s name pretending that I really don’t know who was that girl in that picture)  and she said , she’s Kristine,  and I said she’s so lovely and gorgeous!, yes she is, said the old woman, then she looked at window trying to figure out the loneliness of  the night. She quickly grabbed her baggage and slowly stand up and she said I’ll go ahead son, don’t worry , she is waiting for you,  trust me, while the train was stop  then  she walked so fast until she reached the sliding door to open.  After few seconds my attention focused on the shimmering window pane. The old woman gone, but her face marks in my mind.  

To be continued…… 

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