Ezra
It would have been a very simple matter to drive my son to the school field trip, but Alex insisted that we must ride the school bus like the other kids and parents. I was very sensitive to his need to be “normal” and to fit in with his classmates, so I sacrificed my comfort for the day.
I wasn’t expecting to spend the two-hour drive with my arm around a woman.
I wasn’t sure if it was comforting or concerning that Kristen Jackson seemed just as uncomfortable with the situation as I was. She tried her best to sit on the edge of the seat and not touch me, but it was an impossible task. Every time the bus made a corner or hit a pothole, she was almost jostled right out of the seat. There was only one way to make the ride bearable for both of us, and that was for me to put my arm aroun
