8:20 in the morning. Waiting at a bus stop in a standard issue polo and khakis.
Seventeen-years-old. No way she was of age to have graduated from high school.
And yet there she was, standing there in the rain on a cold September morning.
Her plastic, fast food restaurant name tag pinned to the right shoulder of her red shirt.
A shoe untied. Her bus fare in her hand.
This is not where my child will be at seventeen.
This is not where any child should be at seventeen.
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