It was a bright and sunny day. Johnny and his mother were sitting in the living room watching the television.
“Can we go watch trains?” Johnny shouted.
They got into the car, and they went down to the rail park. They sat on the bench waiting for a train.
“Where’s the train?” Johnny asked.
“It will be here.”
An hour went by. No trains had come. Johnny became very worried. Another hour went by, and there were still no trains.
“What happened to the trains?” Johnny asked.
“I don’t know,” said his mother. “They must not be running today.”
“But they have to run,” said Johnny.
Another hour went by. No trains had come. Johnny was very dejected. The mother grabbed his arm, and they were about to leave… but there was the sound of a horn. They looked down the tracks, and they saw lights. Johnny’s face lit up as the train approached, and he began to count each car as it went by. Finally, the last car went by, and they waved bye to the train.
“Almost dinner time,” the mother said. “Time to go home.”
They went back into the car and went home.
To all of the mothers and grandmothers who took their children to see the trains and to future mothers who will be taking their children to watch the trains have a Happy Mother’s Day.
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