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The Way ​Eye See It

I no longer dream of an across America train ride

11/27/2014

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My entire church congregation was on a train. The train was packed tightly, as all classes were having their Christmas parties on the train. I was in charge of kids and adults, making sure their activities were fun, organized and successful. I struggled to patrol the classes because the train hall was packed with commuters and clothing kiosks. I would grab the clothes with their hangers and carry them with me, just so I could squeeze around the clothes racks.

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Soon the clothes started falling off the hangers and beautiful handmade clothing scattered over the floor, being trampled by the crowd.

My friend, Dina Peebles called my cell, "Margaret, nobody is in attendance at our class party. You need to make phone calls and get people here to play the games."

I decided I would call my family members and make them pretend they were part of our class. I hit contacts for the first call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, this is Aunt Margaret. Who is this?"

"Tamara....who are you?"

I checked the number on the phone. I had not called my sister's family. I had called Luanne Donoghue's house.

"Oh! I have called the wrong number. Of course you wouldn't know who Aunt Margaret is! I am not YOUR aunt..."

I nervously rambled on....."er...can I talk to Luanne?"

Then I dropped the phone and it was buried under all the clothes and the mob was kicking it around.

In tears, I caught the phone and put it to my ear.

Luanne's husband was yelling. Who is this? We don't know you!

"Well, actually you do, but I need you to go play games at our class Christmas party.."

I was interrupted with, "Luanne said to tell you she is sick." CLICK

I had somehow made my way to the end of the train and 2 year old Max was sick in a bed. His fever was so high he was delusional and crying for his mom.

"I am here! I am here!" I tried to pick him up to comfort him.

"You aren't momma!"

I suddenly feel my tooth crumbling and I pulled out the tooth pieces.

An intricate ivory carving....

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6 year old Jack looks at the ivory carved tooth piece, "my British History didn't say our teeth looked like that!!"

"We don't have British teeth." I explained....and then I questioned..

"Why are you studying British history in kindergarten?"

Jack rolled his eyes, "because you gave me all Highschool subjects! I am a stressed kindergartener, mom!"

I looked around at all the chaos that I was failing to manage. "Ugh! I am such an idget!"

Camille Holmes angrily spins around and gasps, "how could you say that word in front of all these kids?" She was so angry, she was spitting!

Confused I replied, "idget? It means idiot."

She angrily put two pink bows in my hair as punishment.

I woke up as train steam began to burn my forehead.

I woke with a migraine.

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