The train and the bags
On train with mom. We got off and got into a taxi. I got in the wrong taxi. Didn’t realise for ages until I noticed the Asian man sat next to me instead of mom. I called mom to tell her. I got out and went to the nearest train station.
I got on a train. I had my keyboard in a bag with me and a few other bags. I called mom and a man answered. He said mom had gone to the toilet and he wasn’t sure if she was ever coming back. I panicked, but she came back a minute later. I explained where I was and said I was getting the train home.
When the train stopped, I got up to check where we were, and someone, thinking they were being helpful, threw one of my bags (a Buzz Lightyear one with my nephew Max’s stuff in) out off the door. But it missed the platform and landed on the track. I got off the train with my other bags.
As I looked back, a train ran over the bag and split it in two. Luckily my brother was there working on the tracks in a high-vis jacket. He got the bag and gave it to me, though we didn’t seem to acknowledge each other.
I checked where I was and it was a station one away from Redditch.