I remember feeling stuck in the exact same spot after my mum passed. Couldn’t bring myself to do the ordinary things we’d always done together. Reading this reminded me how much it meant when someone simply stayed close until I was ready.
Every morning, a little boy stood at the bus stop and watched the school bus drive away.
Every morning.
Same time.
Same bus.
Same mistake.
At first, I thought he was just careless.
Then I noticed something strange...