My son was always a little cautious, but lately, he outright refused to get on the school bus. At first, I thought it was just nerves or a phase, but the more he resisted, the more frustrated I got. So, one rainy morning, I decided enough was enough and followed the bus in my car. I was determined to figure out why my usually brave kid was so scared. What I saw that day made my heart race, turning an ordinary school run into a shocking revelation.
As the school bus rumbled to our corner, I noticed my son, Timmy, biting his lip and clutching his backpack tightly. Standing there, he looked more like a nervous kid than his usual upbeat self. The bus came to a halt, and he hesitated. I tried to reassure him. "It'll be okay, sweetie. I'll be right here," I said with what I hoped was a comforting smile. But inside, I was questioning everything.
I waved goodbye as Timmy reluctantly climbed the bus stairs. My smile was forced, and as soon as he turned away, my mind spun with questions. What was up with Timmy? Was there something wrong with the bus? My instincts told me to dig deeper, so I decided to follow the bus. Driving behind it, I hoped to uncover whatever was troubling him so much each morning.
Once Timmy was on the bus, I hurried back to my car, parking slightly away so the driver wouldn’t notice me. As the bus pulled away, I started the engine slowly, not wanting to raise any suspicion. I kept my distance, peering through the rain-speckled windshield, determined to get to the bottom of this situation. All I wanted was to see Timmy happy again, unfazed by the school bus.