Orphan Trains

This year the middle school play is called Orphan Trains. I think that it may have a good meaning and affect on the way people feel towards others. It is a historical fiction play about the increasing number of orphans in the world. There was no real way to keep all of them in one spot all together, so they were split up. Siblings were sent to different parts of the world wondering if they would ever see their family again. What the play actually does is follow different children that came off of the train, and see what children succeeded and had a good life, and what kids were missed treated.
For some reason last night I had a dream that I was on an orphan Train, and my dad worked on it. Even though I was not a real orphan I was treated like one. I had the same amount of sleep and food as all of the other children on the train. Most people were crying, knowing that they would never see each other again. It was weird to feel like those kids might have felt, and how lonely they must have been. Of coarse the dream I had was not exactly how it was, but it was cool to put on their shoes for a while, until I woke up. I never did get to finish the dream, and see what happened to everybody, but boy would I like to.