The Train After Dinner.

I remember the weekends I used to send you all the way to Boon Lay when you booked in. We would have dinner before you boarded the cab and went to camp. I would watch as your cab turned the corner, then walk back to the train station alone, trying not to cry. Every single week.

The train rides after dinner were particularly cold. People were strange and scary. I hated it.

Now I know, I just hated that you weren't there with me.

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