Erica Raine Pritchard, The baby on the train.
I was waiting at the railway crossing. It was cold, but the sun was still shining.
I couldn't hear the train, but it was viable from a distance.
At first, I thought it was a cattle train, but when it slowed down, I could see all the scared faces.
My eyes had locked on one woman. She had a baby in her arms, whispering words the precious thing. As the train came to a stop, the blond haired woman looked around.
Her eyes filled with tears as she gave her baby one last kiss on the forehead. She whispered few words to her baby. With a sudden resistance, she threw her child out of the train.
I ran over to the baby who was lying on the dead grass crying. I picked up the little girl and rocked her in my arms.
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