I Found a Crying Child on the Back Seat of a Bus – The Next Day a Rolls-Royce Pulled up in Front of My House
My name is Sarah. I’m thirty-four, a city bus driver, and a single mom of two. It’s not glamorous—no desk, no benefits, just long nights and tired mornings—but it keeps a roof over our heads. Lily is three. Noah just turned one. Their father disappeared before Noah was born—no calls, no visits, no support. It’s … Read more