She got into the train with a haughty expression and cold look. She was a lady not more than thirty years old but the grey hair and seriousness moved her away far from youth life. Dressed up in dark colors and the hair collected in a braid. She didn't take any luggage because was thinking to come back home the same night. Chose a seat close to the corridor and left her briefcase close to the window. She took the laptop and some papers and during the six hours traveling, she didn´t get up.
The rest of the passengers have enjoyed the sunrise and the colors drawing north's Spain, but she only moved away her eyes from the laptop to get some more papers from the briefcase. However, three minutes before arriving at her destination it seemed she woke up, her entire body started to react. She breathed in deeply, hung her head while swallowed saliva. Her look went slowly to the landscape. Her fingers were floating close to the keyboard.
Behaving as in hypnosis, she picked up her belongings and got off from the train. Her brother and nephews were waiting for her at the station. For the first time, she treated her nephews with affection. In the car to the village, she was looking at everything with the curiosity of someone who discovers a new world, just the difference that was living there for almost twenty years... even when she didn't come back since then... Maybe she could stay one more day. Maybe that was more important than she wanted to recognize.
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