“Come on Teddalee!” Leesa’s eyes were wide with worry, as though she feared she couldn’t hold off the nonexistent traffic much longer. Her purple backpack sparkled in the bus’s headlights as she guided her six-year-old brother, whose mind was always about three clicks ahead of his body, around the front of the bus and up the steps.
Through the window, Leesa successfully molded Teddy’s fingers into the proper sign. He smashed it to the glass proudly.
I returned it as the bus’s doors squeaked shut. With a jerk, the giant vehicle roared to life and bounced down the street and out of sight.
With that, my babies were gone. Safe on the bus that would take them to school. Far away from the toxic environment of our happy home.
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