Running Free
I closed the door quietly behind me, as I slipped out to get my two older kids from the bus stop. I was lucky to live close to the bus stop. The bus pulled right in front of my house, and I only had to walk to the other side of the street to greet the bus. My little girl was in kindergarten, so they wouldn’t let her off the bus without seeing a parent. Her older brother would wait patiently at the door while she tottered off the bus, her oversized backpack often handed to me by the bus driver because it would knock her over. We hadn't lived there long. The house was a wreck of boxes, and we still didn't have the furniture fully put together. I'd enrolled the kids as quickly as I could to give them a sense of security that came from school and friends.
