Tag Archives: Vancouver

My Morning Bus Driver

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 … Continue reading

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The Good Dad

I think he’s a great dad. I smile everything I see him around the neighbourhood. The good dad.  He looks like one. I met him at the bus stop with his little daughter. He wears a black faux leather jacket, … Continue reading

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