Thirty years later, I can still recall the gripping sensation of fear and loss. A large yellow school bus stopped at our driveway for the first time, and my tiny daughter lugged a ridiculously oversized backpack on board. The driver winked at me because she could tell I was terrified. Off they went in a cloud of dust and diesel fumes.
In the Margins | Getting curious, not judgmental, about school bus drivers
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