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, 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…