My Father Gets on the Train

I was four years old when one day my family and I went to the station. The train was there waiting for the passengers. Did I know what to expect? No. Suddenly, my father was on the train waving to us. I remember I wasn't allowed to cry for him. I knew I will receive a punishment if I showed how sad I was. My child's brain came up with a solution - "Mummy I have a stomach ache" - I cried. The train began to move. My father was leaving us. I couldn't measure the distance in miles, I was so young, but I understood - it meant I won't see my dad for a very long time.