A sea of drawn faces floated in the old train station. The stale lights flickered briefly, swaying gently overhead. Shabbily dressed children stood silently holding luggage, every bone in their frail bodies pronounced, a dead look in their hollow eyes. They tugged at their sleeves, willing them to be long enough to cover their red-tipped frozen fingers. Conductors and train staff waded through the throng, collecting carefully labeled suitcases and bags to stash aboard the locomotive.
“May I take this bag, madam?” questioned a gruff-looking man.
I managed a few mumbled words. “Yes, of course. Thank-you.” I watched as he loaded the heavy-laden suitcase aboard one of the train cars.
“Mummy, what’s happening? Where is that big man putting my suitcase?” Richard tugged on my heavy woolen skirt, his father’s pale blue eyes stared up into mine, begging for an answer.
I stooped down and pulled him into my arms. Choosing my words carefully, I breathed, “Well my little Richard, you know how we’ve gone into the bomb shelter when the sirens go off?” He nodded, his lower lip tucked into his mouth. “Then big airplanes fly through the sky.” The noise level was high; I whispered softly in his ear, still holding tight onto our embrace. “Then the bombs fall and shake the ground.”
“I know mummy. It's scary at night.”
“Well, in a few minutes, you’re going to go and sit on that train like your daddy did when he left to be in the war. Then, it’s going to take you to a safe place where the bombs don’t fall from the sky.” The first tear leaked out of the corner of my eyes and dripped down my cheek.
“Are you coming with me?”
“No, my child, I must stay here.”
Richard appeared confused. “But you’re my mummy! How will you take care of me?”
“Oh, Richard!” Tears slipped down my worry-lined face. “The best way for me to take care of you is to send you away.” My voice cracked at the end of my whispered declaration of love.
I cradled him in my arms, singing soft notes in his ear as he rested his underfed body against mine. Our tears mingled in pools on the cement floor. Desperate fears swirled in my head, thoughts that I might never be reunited with Richard. I never heard the Conductor’s whistle, but people rose up all around us, surging forward.
“Remember, Richard!” I screamed desperately as he was tugged out of my arms, “Remember that I’ll always love you, no matter what!” Our eyes met for the briefest of seconds, his deceased father’s pale blue eyes reflecting in mine. Then he was swept away onto the train with the refugee children. Oh dear God, I silently prayed, tears blurring my vision, Keep my baby safe!
Catching a last glimpse of his precious five-year-old face in a window, I waved, choking back sobs. He waved back, mouthing the three little words I desperately needed to hear. I love you!
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