time, I was standing here by choice.
I had a home.
A career.
People who cared about me.
And a life that no longer depended on the family who had abandoned me. Familysupport services
I stepped onto the train.
Found my seat.
And watched through the window as the station slowly began to move away.
For the first time, Platform 7 wasn’t the place where my life had fallen apart.
It was simply a place I was free to leave.
And this time, I didn’t look back.