For years, Mr. Walter turned an ordinary school bus into the first place where many children felt noticed each morning. Then one winter afternoon, one little boy realized the man who remembered everybody else’s birthday had spent his own almost completely forgotten.
I did not expect my eight-year-old son to come home worried about the school bus driver.
Usually, Ben gets off the bus talking at full speed about everything at once.
But that Tuesday, he came through the front door quietly.
I was in the kitchen cutting apples, and I looked up right away.
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