QueenAtHome
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As I was driving home this morning I had to stop behind a school bus that was picking children up. There, next to the bus were the moms of some of the students, talking to their children that were on the bus. As the bus driver closed the door the moms stood wiping tears off their face and gave one last quick wave to their children.
As the bus pulled away, and traffic resumed, I passed two women with tears on their face and looks of worry upon their face. They were consoling each other as they crossed the road.
Now a rhetorical question. Why are they crying and worried, if their kids are finally going to the best place for a child to be on a weekday? :think:
As the bus pulled away, and traffic resumed, I passed two women with tears on their face and looks of worry upon their face. They were consoling each other as they crossed the road.
Now a rhetorical question. Why are they crying and worried, if their kids are finally going to the best place for a child to be on a weekday? :think: