A young waitress. “Have you finished, only we are closing now?” I looked at my mug. Like my heart it was cold and empty. “Oh, yes... sorry.”... I stood and left. The time on the big digital clock in the mall showed five thirty. Another hour and my train would take me back home. I was dreading it now. The station was very busy, packed with rush hour commuters and, as I retrieved my case from the locker, I checked the departure screen. '18.03 Edinburgh... 12... On Time'. On a bench on platform. In my memory, it was always a fun family. We could discuss things we observed, and try to make sense of them together. Our four Mums, and Dad, taught us lots of things we didn't get in school. For example, Mummy Mary taught us all to cook well. The older children passed on data of all kinds to the younger children. Some of the material we passed on was actually utter rubbish assimilated from children outside our home, but it was part of growing up: discovering what was true and what wasn't.We. " It is coming together. Right now, it would take us several hours to have it ready. We expect that by noon-time tomorrow we should have it organized enough that we can keep it current, and can get it transferred to you in less than 30 minutes." Great. Let's call it a night." She turned to look at the group, then motioned with her hands that it was time to go to bed. With that, they all began to say good night and share hugs before leaving for their rooms.Earlier a lone van moved across the. I continued to search for a reason when all of a sudden I stumbled upon her diary hidden underneath a whole bunch of shit in her desk drawer. I figured that, if she has ever written in this, it would tell me all of the thoughts she has had that made her feel like she needed to be such a slut at her age. And boy was it updated. I decided to read it from the beginning. Early on there was a lot of talk about my best friend Matt. Nothing bad, just things like ‘He is so cute.’ And ‘I want to marry.