Short story

ever since I started at this job,I was at, I’ve been bullied, threatened, and misunderstood. All I ever wanted was to feed my kids, put a roof over their heads, and clothes on their backs. But some employees think time served makes them better than everyone else. One got fired and rehired, while I was accused of things I didn’t do~like being on my phone when I wasn’t.

I followed the rules, I obeyed the laws, I kept my bus spotless, and I drove those children safely every single day. I didn’t curse at them; I only raised my voice when safety demanded it. I loved the kids~their smiles, their thank-yous, the way they made the job worth it. But behind the wheel, I carried more than the weight of passengers. I carried disrespect, poor management, unanswered calls, and the blame for mistakes that weren’t mine.

I drove anyway. I drove through the harassment, the frustration, the threats. Because I wasn’t just driving a bus~I was driving a purpose. Still, after years of silence and mistreatment, my spirit knew: love for the kids couldn’t make up for the way I was being treated.

More to the story to come>>>>