Still scanning bus numbers for the one that would get them home, Apple Cheeks perked up again when she spotted their bus, which happened to be the one I'd been awaiting. But when the bus pulled alongside the curb they bypassed the boarding line and stood instead near its midship exit door, she again antsy with excitement.
The door opened, and another red-tipped white cane emerged—held by a woman old enough to be the girl's mother. Judging by Mom's smile and her outstretched hand, she knew who'd be waiting. Her hand was grasped and swung with glee by Apple Cheeks as Dad and Mom exchanged sightless smiles.
Mouth agape and no longer cold, I missed my bus while watching them walk away, the munchkin dancing hand-in-hand between her parents as she guided them home for the holidays.
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