Yesterday I was driving down a road near where I live and coming down the street heading toward me was a big yellow school bus. It’s lights had begun to flash as it slowed to a stop. I stopped too as the “Stop” sign was extended. I noticed it pulled up right in front of a house where a mother, father and what looked to me to be a five-year-old son stood. He had a brand new backpack on his back. His shoes and his clothes looked new. As he ran toward the bus and began walking up the steps, his mother snapped a quick picture. The bus lights stopped flashing, the bus began to pull away and the mother and dad stood there in each other’s arms. I think I saw a tear running down her cheek!
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