The three of them filed one after the other up the rubber coated steps.  The sight of the aisle down the middle brought her back to high school when she had to ride the bus.  This time, there wasn’t adolescent nervousness about which seat to pick.  Their pigtailed daughter led the way and happily bounced herself  in a seat mid way into the bus.  The wide eyed five year old had not a care in the world; she smiled as she gazed out the window.  Mom admiringly looked down at her and that infectious smile. She wondered what that little brain was pondering.  Did her little one really understand the tantamount of what was about to happen in her little life?  Mom did; a small tear welled up in her eye.  It was a bittersweet tear.  Things were moving fast. Thing...

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