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Bus Story: The Compelling Nature of Mom

November 10, 2009

Sullen kid, with hair like a Shih-tzu in desperate need of a bath and a combing, sits with his feet on the bench seat next to him. Muddy feet. General annoyance from some, indifference from others. Until a seraphim appears in the form of an older, maternal African American woman. She’s sitting across the aisle. Without a word, she dampens some tissues with water from a bottle, hands it to Shih-tzu boy, and gestures to the muddy seat with her head. Without hesitation, he takes it and makes a good effort to clean up. She nods and turns away. Medusa ain’t got nuthin on the power of a mother’s gaze.

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