Travel tears..!

There seemed to a lot of commotion in my neighbor’s flat, “What’s happening?” I asked my neighbor’s daughter as she came onto the balcony, her eyes swollen with weeping. “Is everything okay?”
“Everything is not okay!” she whispered, then burst into tears.
“Whoa! Whoa!” I said, “Is something wrong with dad?”
“No!” she said.
“With your mother?”
“Not yet!” she cried.
“Not yet?” I asked.
“She’s going to travel,” cried my neighbor’s daughter.
“Oh, poor little girl,” I said soothingly, “Don’t worry she’ll be back soon! So you’re crying because you’re going to miss her?” “Do you know what it is not to have a mother?” she asked looking at me accusingly, “Do you know how I will feel on open house day, with my mother not there?”
“I’m sure your father will go for the meeting!” I said.
“But a father is not a mother!” said the young girl as she let out a new bout of tears and loud sobbing which brought my neighbor out into the balcony. He looked like he’d been crying, as I saw despair writ largely all over his face. He looked at me and bawled hysterically, “You don’t know how lucky you are to have your wife with you!” I looked at him a little puzzled, “Your wife leaving you?” I asked, “Divorce or something?” “Divorce!” he shouted and his wife hearing him, ran out. She hugged him then her daughter, and I knew she still loved him, and divorce was the last thing on her mind, “I’m sorry!” I muttered.
“You can say sorry tomorrow!” said my neighbor, “When she will be gone forever!”
“Where exactly are you going?” I asked my neighbor’s wife, feeling slightly exasperated.
“Delhi!” she said.
“Oh!” I said, “So what’s all this crying for? People go to Delhi everyday. In fact there are about ten to twenty flights taking people to Delhi, and bringing them back!”
“That’s what I told her,” said my neighbor, as he and his daughter went into another bout of weeping. “But she insisted…”
“Insisted on what?” “On taking the train!” whispered my neighbor, as another wail went up from his daughter. “She wants to take the train, oh dearest I will miss you. Here sign your copy of your will. We will meet someday in the great station beyond the skies!” “Oh mummy, oh mummy!” cried her daughter, as somewhere in the distance I heard a loud thud, an engine horn going off, the squealing of brakes and the screaming of people.
Another train accident!  I reached out and held my neighbor as his wife gave her last will and testament back to her husband and went bravely to the railway station..!
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Travel tears..!

There seemed to a lot of commotion in my neighbors flat, Whats happening? I asked my neighbors daughter as she came onto the balcony, her eyes swollen with weeping. Is everything okay? Everything is not okay! she whispered, then burst into tears. Whoa! Whoa! I said, Is something wrong with dad? No! she said. With your mother? Not yet! she cried. Not yet? I asked. Shes going to travel, cried my neighbors daughter. Oh, poor little girl, I said soothingly, Dont worry shell be back soon! So youre crying because youre going to miss her? Do you know what it is not to have a mother? she asked looking at me accusingly, Do you know how I will feel on open house day, with my mother not there? Im sure your father will go for the meeting! I said. But a father is not a mother! said the young girl as she let out a new bout of tears and loud sobbing which brought my neighbor out into the balcony. He looked like hed been crying, as I saw despair writ largely all over his face. He looked at me and bawled hysterically, You dont know how lucky you are to have your wife with you! I looked at him a little puzzled, Your wife leaving you? I asked, Divorce or something? Divorce! he shouted and his wife hearing him, ran out. She hugged him then her daughter, and I knew she still loved him, and divorce was the last thing on her mind, Im sorry! I muttered. You can say sorry tomorrow! said my neighbor, When she will be gone forever! Where exactly are you going? I asked my neighbors wife, feeling slightly exasperated. Delhi! she said. Oh! I said, So whats all this crying for? People go to Delhi everyday. In fact there are about ten to twenty flights taking people to Delhi, and bringing them back! Thats what I told her, said my neighbor, as he and his daughter went into another bout of weeping. But she insisted Insisted on what? On taking the train! whispered my neighbor, as another wail went up from his daughter. She wants to take the train, oh dearest I will miss you. Here sign your copy of your will. We will meet someday in the great station beyond the skies! Oh mummy, oh mummy! cried her daughter, as somewhere in the distance I heard a loud thud, an engine horn going off, the squealing of brakes and the screaming of people. Another train accident! I reached out and held my neighbor as his wife gave her last will and testament back to her husband and went bravely to the railway station..! [email protected]