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, aching muscles, and tired mornings—but it keeps a roof over our heads and food on the table.
Lily is three. Noah just turned one. Their father disappeared before Noah was born—no calls, no visits, no support. It’s been just me and my mother keeping things afloat, trading exhaustion back and forth like a shift schedule. She watches the kids when I’m on late duty, makes coffee without asking, and never complains.