The rattling of the bus as it passed over the potholes took its toll on Mother’s weak knees. Today was her fourth day without sleep, and she found the pain unbearable. Eventually the jolting movements tossed her into someone else’s lap. This excuse of a city. They might as well have been crossing the Chaco. At least her fellow passengers helped her to h…
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