Several days ago I took morning train to go back from a holiday trip. It was 06.30 am to 07.00 am, two days before Christmas. The train stop at every station, it is such kind of regional train. In some small station before the town many students (elementary till senior highschool) get on the train.
Somehow I felt so proud of them, that time the sun was not even rise, sunrise would be one hour later. They are great students. I felt my childhood is nothing compare to theirs. Some glimps of my pass suddenly hit my mind, until it was broken by a beautiful moment across my seat. A pretty little girl received some gifts from her fellow friends. She smiled beautifully that made her looked more beautiful, then said "danke", and then I didn't understand the rest of their conversations.
A gift, a Christmas gift, I thinked. Then I eyed other students, they seemed brought many things in their bags. Beautiful morning view, and I thought it would be more beutiful when they exchange the gifts among their friends.
Somehow I felt so proud of them, that time the sun was not even rise, sunrise would be one hour later. They are great students. I felt my childhood is nothing compare to theirs. Some glimps of my pass suddenly hit my mind, until it was broken by a beautiful moment across my seat. A pretty little girl received some gifts from her fellow friends. She smiled beautifully that made her looked more beautiful, then said "danke", and then I didn't understand the rest of their conversations.
A gift, a Christmas gift, I thinked. Then I eyed other students, they seemed brought many things in their bags. Beautiful morning view, and I thought it would be more beutiful when they exchange the gifts among their friends.
