The Bus Driver Who Paid Attention
John Miller had been driving a school bus in Cedar Falls for nearly fifteen years. He thought he’d seen it all—kids laughing, bickering, sneaking candy, or dozing off against the windows.
But over two quiet weeks, one child’s silence began to trouble him.
Emily Parker, ten years old, always slipped into the same seat—row four, left side, eyes down, greeting him with a whisper. She rode without fuss. What unsettled John was what came after. At drop-off, he often saw her brushing tears away, red-eyed, trying to hide. At first, he thought it was just a rough morning. But when it happened again and again, his heart wouldn’t let him ignore it.
One Thursday, while checking the bus for forgotten backpacks, John found a folded scrap of paper jammed into Emily’s seat. In shaky pencil, it read:
