Through the train window I could see people with dots on their head. I was in India, sitting in a train waiting for it to stop, finally it did! I was moving to my aunties. Oh by the way, my name is Stacey. I'm 11 years old and my mum and dad died in a deathly car crash so I have to live with my aunt. I can't wait. Her name is aunt Millie and she is real nice. She is a fashion designer. I am going to love living in India.