As we approached another bus stop (I can’t remember which corner), three or four new passengers boarded. One elderly lady stepped up to the coin box next to the driver and deposited a few coins.
Suddenly, looking at the bus driver she gave a loud shriek. “Moishele, Moishele, Moishele mein kind”.
The driver jammed on the brakes, looked at the elderly woman and cried, “Mama, Mama, is it you Mama?”
Go. Read. Cry. <3