The Present The hum of the bus engine gradually came to a halt. Upon command, the doors opened. A crowd of young children poured out the doors, anxious to escape. One of the young children, however, didn’t share the youthful energy that her classmates exhibited. She hid behind one of seats, analyzing the explosion of children that raced to their homes. Once most of them left, she felt free to run her way off the bus.
Her home wasn’t far from the bus stop the school district placed. She only had to walk one block before she reached her destination. The young girl’s pace was awfully slow, but she arrived home safely after five minutes each day. Today was no different. She savored the scenery as she walked, letting her mind run free with each step. Once she was turning arrived home, she chirped “Hello, I’m home!” to the door before opening it.
The room that greeted her lacked any signs of life. Usually, her father would be waiting fo