Christina Ford

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It was a cold day in the desert. Everyone hustling to get from one place to the other. Those lucky enough to have cars driving past the bus stop on the left hand side of the road. You can hear the cars and beeps and the occasional screech of tires. A little girl that wasn't much older than 3 or 4 bundled up hidden behind her mother as they eagerly waited for the bus to come to take them to their destination. He mother was a teen mother who had a hard life growing up she came from a single parent home that was torn apart by drug use and abuse. She was determined that even though she started off on the same path that it would be different for her daughter. The thoughts of past traumas swirling in her head as she struggled to keep her and her daughter warm and safe. As they sit there waiting nd listening to the sounds of busy traffic and just the hustle and bustle of the day they see the comforting sight of the big warm bus on its way to pick them up.