She stood in front of the train station together with Tonya. They have been waiting for almost an hour but no one has arrived yet. It was too cold and they were both shivering. Snowflakes were already falling and children became too delighted of its sight that they already started catching them. Their laughter is too rhythmic that she cannot help but to stare at them.
“The old times.”, she gasped while looking at the photograph she long keep in her wallet.
The photo was taken for almost four decades now. It was the only photo she had when she first went to San Francisco. Her young lips were colored by a deep red lipstick and her cheeks blushed vibrantly. Her children were so young then, now they were all grown up. She caressed the picture as if the people inside were real. Her heart started to beat because of exuberance. Perhaps few minutes from now, she could embrace them again and be with them, at last.
A train stopped and the waiting area became populated. Smiles and endearments were given everywhere. Tonya stood up on her seat and went near to her.
“Where are them? We have been waiting for so long.” Tonya grunted. She has been impatient and moody these days. “It is getting late."
She looked at a distance searching for her family, but people started to leave as the snowflakes continue to fall.
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