Every day, a little boy would come to the bus stop and wait for the No. 27 bus to arrive.
He never got on it, he just stood there and waved to the driver.
This went on for weeks—until one day the driver stopped and asked:
“Who are you waiting for, kid?”
The boy smiled and replied:
“My mommy. She always rode this bus.”
The driver was confused — he knew all the regular passengers… and he knew that the woman from this stop had died in an accident a month ago.
After that day, he couldn’t drive past without feeling uneasy.
But what he saw in the morning when the boy came to the bus stop again broke him completely. 😢
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Every morning, at the same time, a boy of about seven stood at the old bus stop.
He was neatly dressed, but always looked a little lost — as if he was waiting for someone.
When bus No. 27 approached, he waved to the driver and smiled.
For the first couple of days, the driver just nodded in response.
But when he realized that the boy came every day and never got on the bus, he decided to stop.
“Hey, buddy, what are you waiting for?” he asked.
The boy replied simply:
“My mommy. She always rode this bus.”
The man’s heart skipped a beat. He knew who he was talking about.
The woman who had died a month ago in a car accident on the highway — she did indeed take this route every morning to work.
The driver was speechless.
Since then, whenever he passed by, he would slow down and flash his headlights, as if greeting the boy and her, wherever she was.
But one morning, the boy wasn’t at the bus stop.
He wasn’t there the next day either.
A week later, someone brought a small bouquet of daisies and a child’s drawing to the bus stop: a bus, the sun, and a woman holding a boy’s hand.
The driver sat there for a long time, not touching the steering wheel.
He said:
“The road has never seemed so quiet to me.”
