8. The Boy at the Wrong Bus Stop
For days, I saw a boy standing at a bus stop where no bus ever came. One rainy afternoon, I finally asked.
“I’m waiting for my mom,” he said. She worked late, and they had just moved. He didn’t know anyone, so he waited alone until she finished her shift.
I stayed with him that day until she arrived. Now, when I pass by, I bring him a granola bar. He calls me “Bus Guy.”
