
The Backpack at the Bus Stop Every morning at 7:10, Mia stood at the corner of M…
The Backpack at the Bus Stop Every morning at 7:10, Mia stood at the corner of Maple and Fifth. She didn’t talk much. Kept her hood up. Always wore the same blue backpack—frayed on one strap, a single keychain dangling: a faded plush dinosaur missing one eye. Kids noticed. But middle school isn’t kind to […]