A Stranger’s Quiet Gesture That I’ll Never Forget
A Bus Ride I’ll Never Forget Seven months pregnant, my body a map of exhaustion, I clutched the edge of the bus seat as the city lights flickered past in streaks of gold and neon. All I wanted was to get home, to sink into a quiet evening after a long day. The bus hummed …
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