“Seeing His Hands Made Me Jump in to Comfort a Crying Boy on the Bus”
It all started on a morning colder than usual, with frost creeping up the windows and a fog that made the world look blurry and almost dreamlike. I noticed something strange at the back of the bus—something I couldn’t quite place at first. A shadow? A small figure frozen in place? Whatever it was, my …
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