The girl stood on the train platform, brown luggage clustered at her feet. Was the train late? She did not understand the train schedule posted at the station. The symbols of this language were not the symbols of her own language. If she’d been her father’s daughter, she could have read the language easily. But she was not. Abandonment is such a cruel act. – No, it is the act of a coward. What parent does not care for their offspring? What parent serves himself first? The callous parent, the parent who vanishes with no words left behind for a daughter. The parent who is her father.
But she is here now. On this station platform waiting for the train, her luggage at her feet. She cannot read the language of her father. But she can recover the loss of her heart.
Today I’m sharing a new piece, and a new sketch to go with it. Thank-you! to everyone who has encouraged me to keep drawing! It’s great to see my progress and I’m happy to share it on my blog.
Have you ever stood on a train platform in a strange country where you may not speak the language? Does it make you fearful, or do you enjoy the challenge? Do you like travel, or do you prefer to stay home?