I sat on the train as it rocked back in fourth, listening to a man talk to me about how he became united with a family that truly cared for him, and a girl he sought as his best friend. This man dressed in ripped blue jeans, a blue sweatshirt with a black hood, his skin was tan and laced with old scars. His eyes seemed so unreal as a bright neon green flashed every time I looked from my notepad to him. His hair was a deep black with burnt blue tips at his bangs.

"And then what?" I asked with my beaming brown eyes, "After they fixed up Carla and Rosa's house?"

"Oh, that was simple, we all moved in and Grandma Cora put up some money so that my Mom and Dad could get married. Uncle Carter was their best man and even though he never found his own girl he still lives and helps with all of us," The man said, "As for Uncle Mason, he, left. Moved out and we haven't seen him since."

"Wow, that's amazing Ethan," I said as he smiled towards me.

"Yeah it was. But, that was over 20 years ago. Things have changed," Ethan stated as the train pulled to a screeching halt.

"I assumed. So, you're going to ask your Mother if I can use this, correct?"

"Yes Ma'am, but how will you tell it? She'll want to know." Ethan asked as I stood up in front of him with a smile towards the little baby girl next to him.

"A story, in told such a way by you, that was barely found as your own, it is mentioned to great to be told in the eyes of who did not live it," I stated and shook the baby girl's hand, "Goodbye Laci." I headed towards to the train doors as they slipped open and gave a final look back to the Ethan, showing him my kind smile. "Until next time, her Burnt Little Blueberry." And with that, I stepped off the train. Standing on the platform that lead to where I know lived. In a house with bright colored windows, four rooms in the upstairs, and a single crack that I keep, to remember where the whole story began. Where the brass of the old broken grandfather clock, that sat in the basement, was locked into the wall. I keep the crack as a reminder.

Years had passed, and I never did I find out if I could use this story that Ethan told me. I did whoever, wish upon it, that my trainee-Laci Mari Jacklen, would be the one to publish it, if I died. Hopefully she pulled through to the end. I have faith in the Jacklen family. Their adventure will somehow find a way to reach others in their place. This story told such a way. I wish, I could've lived it longer. For now, enjoy what I wrote for you to know.

Sincerely, The Author