Post by BEAU LUCAS RENARD on Jun 5, 2011 12:00:02 GMT
After standing around for what felt like an age, waiting for his mother and sisters to pass through the barrier and join them by the train, Beau finally spotted three blonde heads bobbing towards them through the crowds. Standing on his tiptoes, he waved an arm in the air to get their attention, his father automatically doing the same. Beau laughed out loud. He was seeing this more and more as he got older. The growing similarities between him and his father. He definitely didn't view it as a bad thing. It inspired a feeling of great pride within him, in fact. His father was a good role model for any young boy.
"There you are!" Luc called to his wife. "The train will be leaving in five minutes, we must get them on!" Grabbing the handles on his two daughters trolleys, he immediately took control, steering them towards the nearest train door and passing their belongings onto one of the trains workers. Beau followed closely, rolling his eyes as his sisters began to fuss that they needed things out of their trunks before they could be taken away. Handing his own trolley over, Beau gave them both a nudge in the ribs. If anything were to make them miss the train, it would be those two girls.
Turning to his mother, Beau swept her up in a rib-crushing hug, squeezing her tight. She hugged him back just as strong, despite the choking noises she made in jest. This was always the hardest part for him. He hated to be away from his parents for so long, with no real way of visiting outside of the rare school holidays they had. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, he squeezed one last time. "I love you, mama. Take care of papa, will you. The house will fall apart if you leave him in charge." He winked at her, causing her to laugh a little, even though tears were beginning to well in her eyes as she started to ramble in French.
Beau gave his dad an equally strong hug, though went for a manlier approach this time. There were no tears from his father, but a knowing smile as he patted his son on the back. "Make sure your sisters don't get in any trouble," he told him, quietly. "And don't forget to send owls." Beau nodded his agreement and let go of his father. "I'll see you at Christmas," he told him, trying not to feel too hollow at the thought of how far away that seemed.
The train let out an enormous puff of steam, the engine roaring to life as the doors began to shut all along. Spinning on the spot, Beau shoves his sisters through the door next to them, not caring whether they stumbled or shouted at him. As long as they got on the train, he didn't care. Jumping on behind them, he felt the door slam behind him, and turned to see his father shutting it tight. Beau was pushed out of the way as his sisters leaned through the door window to kiss their father goodbye, so he settled for standing behind them and waving as the train pulled away, picking up speed steadily until his waving parents were tiny specks in the distance.
"There you are!" Luc called to his wife. "The train will be leaving in five minutes, we must get them on!" Grabbing the handles on his two daughters trolleys, he immediately took control, steering them towards the nearest train door and passing their belongings onto one of the trains workers. Beau followed closely, rolling his eyes as his sisters began to fuss that they needed things out of their trunks before they could be taken away. Handing his own trolley over, Beau gave them both a nudge in the ribs. If anything were to make them miss the train, it would be those two girls.
Turning to his mother, Beau swept her up in a rib-crushing hug, squeezing her tight. She hugged him back just as strong, despite the choking noises she made in jest. This was always the hardest part for him. He hated to be away from his parents for so long, with no real way of visiting outside of the rare school holidays they had. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, he squeezed one last time. "I love you, mama. Take care of papa, will you. The house will fall apart if you leave him in charge." He winked at her, causing her to laugh a little, even though tears were beginning to well in her eyes as she started to ramble in French.
Beau gave his dad an equally strong hug, though went for a manlier approach this time. There were no tears from his father, but a knowing smile as he patted his son on the back. "Make sure your sisters don't get in any trouble," he told him, quietly. "And don't forget to send owls." Beau nodded his agreement and let go of his father. "I'll see you at Christmas," he told him, trying not to feel too hollow at the thought of how far away that seemed.
The train let out an enormous puff of steam, the engine roaring to life as the doors began to shut all along. Spinning on the spot, Beau shoves his sisters through the door next to them, not caring whether they stumbled or shouted at him. As long as they got on the train, he didn't care. Jumping on behind them, he felt the door slam behind him, and turned to see his father shutting it tight. Beau was pushed out of the way as his sisters leaned through the door window to kiss their father goodbye, so he settled for standing behind them and waving as the train pulled away, picking up speed steadily until his waving parents were tiny specks in the distance.
