I decided to send her downstairs to her school bus today. She still has a lil bit of that separation anxiety whenever I send her. Or even her dad.
So while waiting for the bus to come, I tried talking to her about things that she likes. You know, Thomas, Barney and the likes. We giggle and laugh about the cars that pass by or say hi to the friendly neighbours we know. She is all cheery and happy until she hears the bus’ thundering engine roaring from across the road.
Her eyes will be swelling with tears, although she does not cry out loud. She says her goodbye to me in her shaky voice with a weak wave. I carry her up the bus (it’s a tourist coach type) and the attendant brings her to her seat. And she vanishes from my view.
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