ROODY BIENAIME

The family of one stop road

I am the "regular customer" of the No. 12 bus, because I have taken the No. 12 bus for more than three years, before, almost every fixed "bus friend" I am very familiar with, but recently added a strange role. He is an old man in his 70s, his body bent, like an old "bridge". He was holding a senior citizen's pass, which allows people his age to ride for free. The car was very high, and every day the old man had to struggle to climb the steps and then move as quickly as he could to a seat by the window.