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It was a couple of years ago at the neighborhood school bus stop when I first met Jane and her only child, Michael. He and my older son, Adam, were both starting second grade, and it was the typical morning routine of sleepy kids lined up, traces of breakfast on some of their faces, others with backpacks half zipped, waiting for the big yellow diesel bus to come chugging up to the stop. Moms or grandmothers stood nearby, steam curling from their mugs of coffee as a light rain fell.
Published in Up Close & Personal