The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.

She asked if she could sit inside one with Ms.

Alvarez nearby, just for a minute.

The teacher agreed.

Lily climbed the steps slowly and chose a seat near the front.

“It’s just a bus,” she told herself.

“Yes,” I said.

“And you’re allowed to have feelings about it.”

She stayed seated for a few minutes, looking out the window.