We met when he stopped the bus in the middle of the road so I could get in. You cannot really run with that cast, he said. And I liked him since that day.
Every morning, he would show up with a nice smile and a good morning. He wouldn’t start moving the bus until I have found a seat.
When my cast was removed, he still would ask how I was doing. I loved that so much. He, a random and kind stranger would ask how I was doing. Some close people (friends, family) never followed up at all.
I don’t see him anymore. I miss him. But I’ll always remember him and pray for him. Because there were days, mornings particularly, when his how are you doing? made me feel loved and less alone.
Y qué le pasó?? No puedes investigar con el nuevo chofer??
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No, hay muchos choferes y los cambian cada determinado numero de meses
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