Little Margaret

Little Margaret had never been to a funeral before.

The new came on a crisp spring morning. Little Margaret arise from slumber and dashed down the stairs. Planting herself on her mother’s lap in the family room. Little Margaret’s mother was reading her daily bread. Mother oh mother I had a dream. A dream exclaimed her mom what about. I saw grand ma in an accident. Yes mother she was crossing the rail and got struck by the train. Mother it was horrible.  Grandma did not get a chance to get off the track. Mother oh mother I think grandma died. Little Margaret grandma is fine it’s only a dream. No it’s not just a dream I saw grandma with my 2 eyes lying there white as snow unable to move. Mother that is death I rushed over to her called her name but she did not answer. Why my gran, gran? I love her so much she cannot die. Little Margaret's mother reassured her once again to go back to sleep because gran is fine. Margaret was terrified by the dream and clung to her mother in deep sobs.  After much comfort and solace Margaret's mom went to the kitchen, and returned shortly with cups of chocolate. Little Margaret manage to sit up took sips of hot chocolate and with her final sip of chocolate fell asleep and was returned to bed. Five days later the new came from across the wave-length. There has been a major accident and the wreck left several people dead. With ears glued to the radio and the news coming across the wave length we all rush to the family room. There Little Margaret sat in the very same area in which she sat a few days in mama’s lap and was assured gran, gran was fine. I felt the fear and dreaded the outcome of this news knowing that gran was coming over to visit on the evening train. Half an hour later there was an update on the crash and the news I feared the most just broke. The news reporter state that Margaret Langley was traveling on the train that collided near the border of Nonwaga. Little Margaret coming into the room heard the new. Mother oh mother what happen to gran, gran you told me it was just a dream. With tears now streaming down her face uncontrollable,   she screamed not my gran, gran. I will not live without her. I walked across the room put my arms around her but in a flash of outburst she said again you said she was fine. What did you do to her? Oh Little Margaret I did not do anything to gran, gran we both were here when the accident happen. Now with tears streaming down our cheeks we held each other tight without a word being mentioned. Three hours later there was a knock at the door, the neighbor came over to find out if we were ok. That knock allow us the moment to pry ourselves free of each other. But that moment created a bond between us that will never be forgotten. And in that embrace all I heard was that inner voice saying Little Margaret has never being to a funeral in all her life.