I Found a Crying Child on the Back Seat of a Bus – The Next Day a Rolls-Royce Pulled up in Front of My House
The Baby on the Last Seat My name is Sarah, and I’m thirty-four years old. I’m a single mother of two and a bus driver. It’s not a glamorous job—no desk, no cozy cubicle, no boss praising me for reports. But it’s honest work. It pays the bills, keeps food on the table, and the lights on for my little family. My daughter Lily is three, and my baby boy Noah is just eleven months. Their father walked out before Noah was born. No goodbye, no child support, no cards,