travel

  • My Journey with Mom: A Midnight Bus Ride to Duluth

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    My eyes fluttered open as I felt the bus jolt forward. I pulled my wrist up to check the time, and the dim light of the dashboard illuminated my face. Nearly one in the morning. I let out a deep sigh, feeling the exhaustion of the past few hours wash over me. The bus continued…

  • My Mother and Our New Beginning

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    Another car sliced through the predawn darkness, its lights briefly painting the interior of the bus before disappearing. I blinked, my eyes adjusting as I pulled my wrist closer, the faint glow of my watch revealing the hour: just past one in the morning. A soft tremor ran through the vehicle, a slight jolt as…