My Mom Took the Same Bus Every Night — Until the Night the Driver Said She Was Never On It

Rain always hit harder in our lot. The pavement gleamed like glass under bus headlights, and every night at 9:47, I’d spot her shoes and the familiar slow step off the bus. Until Thursday. That night, I sat waiting like usual — heater running, Spotify humming. 9:45… 9:50… 10:04. No sign of her. I assumed…

Continue Reading…“My Mom Took the Same Bus Every Night — Until the Night the Driver Said She Was Never On It” »

My Mom Took the Same Bus Every Night — Until the Night the Driver Said She Was Never On It
My Mom Took the Same Bus Every Night — Until the Night the Driver Said She Was Never On It
Rain always hit harder in our lot. The pavement gleamed like glass under bus headlights, and every night at 9:47, I’d spot her shoes and the familiar slow step off the bus. Until Thursday. That night, I sat waiting like usual — heater running, Spotify humming. 9:45… 9:50… 10:04. No sign of her. I assumed…