Today was just like any other day for me. At the front of the bus sat a kid so small that his yellow bucket hat only peeked over the back of his seat. With every bounce of the suspension, his tiny head would wobble as if it was loosely attached to his neck. He reminded me of the bobbleheads that my father used to collect and this thought kind of comforted me during my ride. Watching his head disappear and reappear every once in a while became my only form of entertainment as I waited to reach my destination.
A small smile crept to my lips as I watched him wipe the condensation from the window with the sleeve of his oversized sweater before pressing his button nose against the glass. I turned to look at mine and drew a smiley face on it, smirking at my silly drawing.
I felt my phone vib
