Descriptive Essay: A Christmas Break

I miss them already. Despite the freezing cold snow and the nipping air, we had a lovely Christmas break. As I inspect my child, now grown with children of her own, holding tickets back to their home, longing envelopes me. Hoards of people push past, unaware of my pain, on their own schedules and heading toward different trains, talking and texting on their cell phones. My family boards, time as if in slow-motion, and motions goodbye until I see them again. I can’t do anything but wave, a fake smile upon my face as my heart breaks, and a flood of sadness washes over me. My house, filled with laughter and family just the day before, will return to stillness and neatness once I pull into the driveway. The wheels grind on the track, creating sparks…

Waking up late, finding myself unable to get a cab, forgetting item after item at my home, and then missing the train. My only solace that I had some change for the pay phone, to let my family know that I would not be making it to dinner for the fourth time that month. Tears welled in my eyes and my throat felt like it was closing. It’s no big deal, I told myself, I will see them eventually. But I missed them so.
“Miss?” A man’s voice spoke up from next to me. I slowly lifted my head, taking time to inspect the figure besides me. The voice belonged to a man, shadowing over me like an oak. And sturdy like one, too. He wore a sophisticated looking suit and tie, and looked as if he belonged in a business meeting of some sort. His eyes a stormy grey with hints of blue, now clouded with concern. “Miss, do you need assistance?”
I gave a small, sad smile and nodded my head, my hair falling out of my bun and over my eyes. Afraid that I would break down if I spoke, I shook my head, my smile falling. He sat down next to me, the bench creaking in protest, and dropped his heavy-looking briefcase down on the ground with a…