“Hah!” my father chuckled.
His eyes sparkled and he was smiling.
“All these details come back…”
“When my family took me to the train station, they took me in a bullock cart.”
He looked at me with wide eyes when he said the words, bullock cart.
“And I was very tired when the left me. And it was several hours before the train.”
He paused for a moment, looking inward. Remembering.
“There was no place to sit. So I lay down on the ground. There were stones here and there…”
And his voice faded off.