One afternoon, I got on the bus, and the Driver said that the bus was not running.
I and some other kids needed to switch to another.
It caused a delay in our arrival at the daycare that acted as our bus stop and Latchkey.
When we arrived at our stop, the director waited outside, which was weird.
I asked why she was there, but she brushed me off and shuffled us kids inside.
When my mom arrived is when it got scary.
Anxious to leave (we were staring to feel too big to be babysat) my Brother and I waited for her to sign us out.
"Was someone else supposed to pick them up today?" The director asked.
"No," She answered.
The director and her cohort explained that a man came in and asked for my Brother.
They questioned him. Asking if he actually meant to pick up my Brother and me.
"Oh yeah." He'd said.
They told him he couldn't. Not because they didn't know him or know that someone else might be coming to pick us up.
The bus was late.
He left.
They never caught him.
I guess now he knows who I am.
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...
