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The windows in my room just faced another brick building. There was never much to see other than the sunlight peeking through the shades. I'd sit in my room and tune out the sounds from outside the window. The voices of mothers yelling at their kids, neighbors blasting music, the beeping of car horns, oh and I almost forgot the movement of the train on the tracks.

I never really noticed the train moving swiftly on the tracks down the street from my house, I guess it became a part of the daily routine. What I did notice was the deep breaths my brother would take as if something heavy was