Miyana and her mother checked the clock above the cabin door after an hour of waiting inside the train's cabin. “It just turned seven, ten minutes ago, and the train platform has begun to fill up, with the bulk of them being children.” Her mother added.

Even if she did sleep the entire ride, Miya is happy to be an early bird riser. She felt refreshed and energized, to scream at men through a cabin window. All due to the man they love so dearly, waking them up early every day, with good morning kisses. She’d stay up to spend more time with her father before he departed to work for who knows how long.

“Those were the days.” Miya cherished her memories of herself before the conflict and chaos. Something she will always cherish, but will never be capable of substituting. She stretches while lying on her mother's lap, her gaze glued to the window. Her thoughts seemed to be distracted by the city dwellers who were lined up outside the train. Others were disputing with the conductor and unidentifiable troops coated in black muck, while a few soldiers were dressed in and playing in ladies' garments, some of which belonged to her mother.

Miyana was about to dose out of boredom when she finished her last orange slice, and she stayed laying down. Her mother continued peering out the window at the families on the platform; some were hugging and flinging their children aboard the train, while others were sobbing and holding one another. It was obvious by the way they dressed that some weren't morning people at all.

They both humorously taunted each other, closing the curtain slightly to hide the sunshine, on who produced the finest fake impressions utilizing the crew workers who didn't know what to do with the large throng outside. Although a few individuals did hear them giggle, employees ultimately asked them to be quiet and not be impolite during such a difficult moment.

A few snarky remarks found their way to the cabin window, reiterating their morning dialogue, however, nothing was achieved as they were in a haste to send their daughters in. Miya and her mother continued to chuckle quietly; they couldn't stop themselves; they needed to do something with their morning enthusiasm.

Some locals in the enclosed city thought they were abnormal for being able to tolerate the early energy every day and yet have some leftover by the evening. They were used to others judging them as unusual, which is why they volunteered every day to be able to unleash that same intensity. They simply didn't care what everyone else thought.

If those city people saw them sobbing, sulking, fidgeting, you name it, they'd bet and be irritated that they'd find Miya and her family smiling within an hour, no matter the situation.

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They both sat there laughing at prior occurrences that had happened to them. The outside commotion didn't appear to bother them; they just zoned out. For a brief period, it appeared to be a typical day on the train. Miya was so engrossed in the chat that she forgot about the incident with the family truck. That was until the train blared its horn, jolting Miya back to the chilly reality.

“I assume they're all finished now. We should be leaving any moment now.” The tone of her mother's voice had been enough to convince her that the situation they were in right now sucks. Eventually, a few more individuals rushed onto the platform, exiting and jumping out of their speeding vehicles while holding only their children.

The typically peaceful station they saw first thing in the morning was in a frenzy, with twice as many people crammed outside the train. This time, the shouting, and tears would be the final farewell for the people outside until, hopefully, the war officially ended. She rested her head on her mother's shoulder, tightly clutching her mother's arm.

Miya was lucky to still be with her mother, whilst the others were the polar opposite. Those who have siblings can rely on one another, but single-parented children, such as our protagonist, will be left alone with no family. She noticed an auntie weeping over a toddler who didn't appear to be willing to let go. The conductor has sounded the last blow on her whistle to the passengers on the platform to move away from the station's rails. As the train closed its doors, it began to shift back and, with a hefty pause, began to trudge onward along its tracks.

“Ah, the train is starting to move, everyone back up!” A nearby passenger shouted. The auntie from before had the redhead toddler, as well as his stuff, ripped from her arms. As everyone began to shout at the train crew to halt, the person who stole the child bags hurled them into one of the open windows. They all hurried, hoping to fling the child into one of the open windows.

Grief and terror overwhelm the station. With the strong cries of the families being torn from one another, they have now become orphans. The previous loud blaring sound was sounded again; it was the train's final whistle as it departed from this station for the next. Then, the shrieking sound from the crowd was louder than the train itself.

Miyana peered out the window, where she saw the toddler dangling from the train. Only a few children were grasping his foot and straining to keep hold. The citizens outside the train were no longer able to keep up with the speed of the train.

Everyone was yelling and screaming at one another not to let go. The train was picking up pace now; the crew running the train had a full schedule ahead of them, and slowing down wasn't an option they could afford. The toddler was right next door to the cabin she is residing in. Miyana managed to open her window, however as she reached the edge, she noticed her mother and a crew member in the opposite room of the cabin haling the toddler inside with such speed.

The audience inside and outside the train rejoiced, and the rescue of the four-year-old toddler concluded. Everyone ended up resting and the child was taken to the infirmary for medical treatment after banging his shoulder on the wall as he was dangling. Miya and her mother eventually went back to sleep.