It touched me.
Because I had my own fair share of a single bus ride with my mom to kindergarten on a cold freezing morning with the windows all misted in the bus. It was my only time sitting on the bus together with her, huddled up close. It reminds me of myself calling her every day asking her the time to be back home. The moment when I would burst out the doors and throw myself into her arms when she came back.
Moments of love.
How I miss that, oh so much.
Why do we act like we don't care when in fact we just want to be coddled like a baby. Why Jac... why.
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