He Wept Each Morning on the Bus—Until a Woman Extended a Hand
Every morning, I noticed a subtle shift in Calvin’s demeanor. He would bound out of the house with a smile so bright it could light up a room, but as soon as he boarded the bus, that smile seemed to evaporate—like it was swallowed by the pavement. At first, I chalked it up to something …
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