I remember we would sit on the stairs of our porch and my mom would comb my hair while we waited for the bus to pick me up. I remember she would tell me stories of her own school days, how she was always late, how she would hate that they would make her drink coffee for breakfast and recite 100 prayers to the Virgin Mary. I remember coming home so excited because she would be there at the bus stop waiting for me. I remember enjoying the drive and memorizing the routes to the homes of my school mates, as if I someday, I was to be the next bus driver. I remember the driver would have Latin tunes playing in the background and with my friends we would sing loudly to those. I remember sitting next to Mauricio, my crush, and writing little notes to each other.
My kids ask me to let them ride the bus to school. We live almost across the street from the school. I feel bad to disappoint them, especially every time after I think about my own adventures in the school bus.
I would give anything to let them live that day someday. I would give anything to live this day myself again someday!
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