Just like me, she is standing at the bus stop ready to board the bus. Something tells me she is hungry, she needs food. I am thinking about giving my son’s snack to her, and I ask him if I could.
She boards the bus and stands beside us. Before I have the chance to speak to her, she gets off the bus and walks away. Strange, I think.
My son says, “Ma, I didn’t feel safe with that woman.” I reach for my bag, only to find that my purse is gone.