Raquelle's Blog :)

I drove for an hour behind a school bus. (I didn’t actually drive that long, it just felt like it cause the school bus drove so slow and stopped so often)

As it slowed down for it’s last stop before it would turn and I’d be set free to speed again, I saw two people waiting at the stop. One of them was a middle aged lady with a braid in her hair. She was wearing skinny jeans and stepped closer to the bus when the doors opened, anticipating, scanning the bus’ windows for her kid. The other was a woman in a wheelchair. I expected another child to hop off and go to her, but the doors closed and the stop sign folded and it accelerated away.

I got a better look at the second woman as I drove past her. I realized she was an old woman with gray hair hidden under a hood and she was staring at the mom and her kid walk away in the direction of their home. She was smiling and I wondered what kind of life she’d lived. I wondered if she sat outside every day at this spot to watch the happy kids pass by. Did it make her reminisce about the years when she had little ones? Or did she only ever long to have kids of her own? Maybe she left her house to get some fresh air and happened to be sitting in her chair when the bus stopped.