Words to Remember.
Jeannie stared out the large window, watching as the large expanses of alternating fields and forests rolled by. Her eyes were unfocused and she toyed absentmindedly with the zipper on the front of her slightly worn backpack. Though she was only seven years old, Jeannie had taken the train more times than she could count. Every second weekend, her mom would pack her bag with a few sets of clothes and a container full of homemade chocolate chip cookies, and off Jeannie would go to her grandparents’ home in the next city over. It wasn’t a long ride by any means, but Jeannie often grew bored sitting in the empty cart alone, with nothing to watch and no one to talk to.
