I Found a Crying Child on the Back Seat of a Bus – The Next Day a Rolls-Royce Pulled up in Front of My House
The Baby on the Bus My name is Sarah, I’m 34, a single mom of two, and a city bus driver. It’s not a fancy job—no office, no desk, no quiet coffee breaks—but it’s what keeps our little world running. It pays the bills, fills the fridge, and keeps the lights on. My daughter Lily is three. My baby boy, Noah, is just eleven months old. Their father left before Noah was even born. Since then, it’s been just us—no calls, no birthday cards, not even a voicemail. Just silence.