Hard #2

It's a beautiful September morning, kind of hazy the 7,1862. Mother is sending me off to Darbon Station in Chicago, IL. We had to come in a taxi cab this time because we needed a trunk to fit all of my things in. Mother would ride back home on the bus. Mother didn't ever have much more than a nickel in her purse, and only a sandwich in the lunchbox, the train tickets pretty much wiped up all out.