The Migrant Mother

-The Migrant Mother-
            "Hurry!! RUN!" she yelled at her children. The rail road train was starting to leave and two men where chasing after them. Beads of presperation started to appear on her forehead. But she ran quickly and hopped on the open cart. "Mommy!" her two children, ages 7 and 9, shouted as they got closer to the cart. She helped the up one by one and then slumped down. The train was heading towards New York. Catherine had heard that there was good news there and some people were able to get work there. She sat down and sighed deeply.Her two kids, now heads buried deep into her shoulder, were fast asleep. They looked tired and innocent. The mother searched her pockets for any scraps of food she might of had left...but the only thing her hand grasped was thin air. Now looking around the cart she saw all the sick, terrified, hungry people there with her. And she thought, "will this depression ever end?..."