Breakfast is still on the stove when we hear the hammer of the bus's diesel engine coming around the corner. It has come quickly, this first day of kindergarten.
I have dreamed about this day.
A little bit of freedom for him...
A little bit of freedom for Mama...
The three of us stay-at-homers down to two...
I turn off the burner, and we rush outside to wave good-bye to the shadowy figures of neighborhood friends on board.
Somewhere along the line the dream changed.
Bus number 5 rumbles on, and we three go on in to eat our oatmeal. And it is still hot.
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