The bus was crowded, every seat taken, every aisle narrow with bags and bundled jackets. I found a seat near the middle and sank into it, enjoying the brief moment of stillness. When the next stop arrived, an elderly woman stepped aboard. She held her handbag close and paused to steady herself as she looked around for a place to sit.
I had no idea it was the beginning of something I would remember for the rest of my life.
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