MicroFirst: Stations

Text/Maverick

"Mom, just get here."

Five years ago, when she married away from home and only returned to her mother's house once a year, she took her luggage and prepared to enter the waiting room.

As soon as the mother grasped her hand, "Girl, take care of yourself, my mother will go back first." ”

"Mom, don't worry, okay, the car is ready to arrive," she said to her mother with a smile, turned and walked in.

When I was queuing for tickets, I glanced at the glass wall of the waiting room, reflecting a familiar and thin figure. Mother's hands were lying on the glass, imprinted with deep finger shadows, and she tried to look inside—

"Hello passengers who need to take the D3456 train, start checking the tickets now..." The ticket inspection radio sounded, and she struggled to get out of sight and walked inside, tears already wetting her eyes.

In fact, the glass wall, looking from the outside to the inside, can see nothing.

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