After the doors close, I hear a commotion outside. It was about a guy tackling someone with a black jacket, I think? I didn't really care.
Man, that was tiring. I thought to myself. I wonder what's gonna happen next. Of course, that was me just assuming another person like the last one would appear.
Then, suddenly, a woman appears; frantic and clearly bothered. Here we go again. Hopefully she has a more entertaining story.
"What's wrong, miss?" I ask her. A somewhat old woman who seems like she can't walk but somehow manages to do so.
"You see, I'm looking for a little boy." She answers. Everyone is looking at her like they've seen her before. I haven't though.
"What does he look like?" I insist.
"Well, you see, he left home a couple hours ago. I have no idea where he went."
A guy walks up to me and whispers, "You don't wanna get mixed up with her buddy."
I ask him, "Why? What's wrong?"
"You see, she has dementia. She has been coming here to search for a son who has been long gone for months now."
"I see." I tap the woman on the shoulder and tell her, "I found your son."
"Really? Where is he?" The man who approached was surprised at what I said.
"He actually has been looking for you, too." I continue.
"What are you talking about?" The man asks in disgust.
"Where is he?" The old woman asks again. Eager to know.
"He's been looking for you. He's in Heaven now." I say casually.
"Oh, I see." The woman looks down in despair. The memories flood back to her. As the train doors open, she leaves as well.
"What the hell are you doing?" The man exclaims.
"She'll forget it again anyways." Which was true.
"I can't believe there are people just like you, and....." He mumbles as he slowly walks away.
To be honest, that story was kind of interesting, but, not interesting enough. My grandmother has the same thing, and, let's just say, it gets boring.
And, I just didn't care.
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RandomI thought about doing a very interesting description on this book, but, I didn't care.
