All I Wanted Was to Take the Bus Home

On youth, growth and finally understanding parental love

Farrah S
Farrah S
Nov 2 · 3 min read
Photo credit: Brittani Burns via Unsplash

From the ages of 11 to 20 my Dad chaperoned me and my sister to school, college and university.

Every single day.

He’d always be ready at least half an hour before us, sat waiting for us to come down with our school bags and lunch boxes in tow. Or he’d be…

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Farrah S

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Farrah S

BA in Education. Twenty-something. Writer on mental health, wellness, identity and self growth. Life-long student.

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