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This document summarizes a character's backstory. It describes how after World War I destroyed many homes in Britain, the character lived with their parents on the streets, struggling to find food. They were told to evacuate to a city where housing would be provided. At the crowded train station, the character became separated from their parents in the chaos. Despite searching, the character never found their parents again and was left alone at a young age. Twenty-five years later, returning to that same train station brings back memories of that traumatic day that ended their childhood.

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Story Based On Railway Picture

This document summarizes a character's backstory. It describes how after World War I destroyed many homes in Britain, the character lived with their parents on the streets, struggling to find food. They were told to evacuate to a city where housing would be provided. At the crowded train station, the character became separated from their parents in the chaos. Despite searching, the character never found their parents again and was left alone at a young age. Twenty-five years later, returning to that same train station brings back memories of that traumatic day that ended their childhood.

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Dispersed shafts of sunlight penetrated directly into her blue, glowing eyes. Blue.

Blue like
the sky – the sky she could only dream of; below the steel beams bared all sight of the
outside world. The ticket wardens (anticipating or relishing danger) patrolled down the sides
of the vast station. The men watched for any signs of trouble – or whatever they chose to
perceive as danger – on the platforms below: thieves, hooligans, drunks, the free.
Imprisoned.
Locked.
Confined.
Oppressed and downtrodden, the homeless eyed those who walked by, those who were
clearly unaffected by the aftermath of the great war that had swept through Europe and
reached England herself.
I understood how they felt: their anger, their pain, their suffering. I understood it all, since I
was just like them. I was also cast aside; both from society as well as from my parents.

It was near the end of 1917, Britain had been bombed by the Germans. Whole towns had
disappeared off the map. Society was in shambles. Thousands of houses were left
destroyed, leaving millions to survive outside in the freezing cold streets. Of those million
poor souls, three included my parents and I. Day in and day out, we struggle to acquire food
for ourselves. It was hell. Soon after, we were all instructed to leave the city where housing,
food and other necessities would have been provided. The atmosphere of gloom and
depression that had been spread throughout the city vapourised instantly once news was
passed onto others. All was going well, until the day at the station. There was a massive
crowd already waiting there. Once the train had docked, an ecstasy of fumbling. It was
chaotic. In the chaos, my parents and I were forcibly separated. Other selfish people
struggled to push through towards the front. Despite my attempts to move further, it was
useless. I was miniscule in comparison to the other adults surround me. Furthermore, I was
pathetically weak. Nothing I did was able to make a difference.

After the train had departed, I searched around in panic, hoping that they had stayed back
for me. To my shock, I couldn’t find them anywhere. That was the last time I had seen my
parents.

I was abandoned. Tossed aside by the only people who I actually trusted. There was nobody
else for me anymore.

I was alone.
Deserted.
Lonely.
Rejected.

25 years later, I still remember this very station. I slowly stepped into the station and also
into the long, winding stream of my memories as I recalled the days of my youth as well as
the single day that ended it all with a lifetime of suffering.

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