Just saw the cutest fucking thing
A little boy got off the Metra and as it started leaving the station, he chased after it running.
I'm looking out the window- going to Hinsdale- because my house, my old destination, is gone. Left for a Naperville girl to start her life in. Hopefully, her parents make it up all gorgeous and redone for her just as my family wasn’t able to do. For her to create all the memories in The Old Farm House just as I did. With my grandparents driving me to school every morning and cooking me dinner every night. Or the time the power lines went down in a storm and we weren’t allowed to go in the yard because it was wet and would electrocute us. Now I travel to Hinsdale to see my grandparents 15 years older than my memory prevails, to sit in my mother's childhood home which she has the privilege to revisit in the exact state she left it after every milestone or her move to college at 18. The same house where she celebrated her wedding last July.
As the train leaves the Berwyn station I look out the window to the young boy chasing the train as it speeds up. He properly kept pace until I saw his destination. Who I presumed to be his grandmother waiting for him knelt down with open arms. What I initially saw as a cute moment of youth turned into the most heart-wrenching image of evanescence
I was once that kid just as much as one day he will be me. But how tragic is that? The most unavoidable thing that he has yet to learn. Maybe I haven't either but I force myself in moments like this,
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