“It’s over!Thank goodness! “School was over and I was tired. I sat at the front of the school bus.
Janie,the driver,tries to break the uncomfortable atmosphere by striking the match of talks. I try to listen politely,but usually I am too busy thinking about my day. On this day,however,her talk was worth listening to.
“My father’s ill,”she said to no one in particular. I could see worry in her eyes. I had never seen her like this before. She always meets students with a smile.
With a sudden change of interest,I asked,“What’s wrong with him?
With her eyes wet and her voice unusual,she answered,“Heart trouble.” Her eyes lowered as she continued, “I’ve already lost my mum,so I don’t think I can stand losing him” I couldn’t answer. My heart ached(疼痛)for her.