Submitted by Laura
I, Elisa Earhart, clutched my bag tightly, wild blond curls escaping my too big straw hat. I saw a train in the distance, getting closer to the platform where I and a dozen other children stood.
"Children," a stern womanly voice called out. "This is the first stop for the orphan train. In a moment you will be meeting new families that may or may not take you in."
I wanted to shout! This lady didn't care that we all had lost our parents. She didn't care that my little brother Andrew could be ripped away from me at a moment's notice.......Just the thought of that made me clutch Andrew's small hand tightly. Innocently, he looked up at me, his cornflower blue eyes sparkling.
"What's 'ong 'Issa?" He asked, not losing his smile once.