Every afternoon after school…
A young boy sat alone at the same bus stop.
He never got on a bus.
He just waited.
Day after day.
One evening, a woman finally asked who he was waiting for.
The boy pointed to an old photograph in his hands.
His answer made her heart sink.
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The woman sat beside him and looked at the photograph.
It showed the boy standing next to a smiling man.
“My dad,” the boy said softly.
He explained that his father used to pick him up at that bus stop every day after school.
But months earlier, his father had passed away unexpectedly.
The boy knew he wasn’t coming back.
Yet he still visited the bus stop.
“Why do you keep coming here?” the woman asked.
The boy stared down the road.
“Because this was our favorite part of the day.”
The woman felt tears welling in her eyes.
The next afternoon, she returned.
Then the next.
Soon, other people from the neighborhood joined him too.
Nobody could replace his father.
But they made sure the boy never had to sit there alone again.
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