After making fun of a nursing mother on his bus, the driver is shocked to see his son welcoming her at the next stop. In addition, the son is unintentionally using a wheelchair.

A young woman with a baby boarded the bus while Keith was driving and ferrying people around the city. Keith’s mouth twisted into a cunning smile.

Babies were too erratic and prone to crying at any time. Therefore, Keith felt that enduring the infant’s loud cries during rush hour was the worst thing he could do.

Keith complained as the woman took a vacant seat with her toddler. “It ought to put an end to the child’s complaining,” he scowled.

Keith noticed the woman nursing her child when a stop sign appeared and he turned to see how many people were on board. His cheeks turned crimson red as his anger flared. “Hi, Lady! He yelled, “You can’t do that here.”

“Why, I can, of course! “I’m feeding my baby right now,” the mother answered.

Keith felt uneasy as he glanced around at the others. He expressed his disapproval of the woman feeding her child as he drove when the traffic light turned green.

“Absolutely revolting! Keith muttered loudly, “Kids just stick their breasts in front of total strangers and think they’re entitled to everything.”

Keith’s muttering grew louder as she shifted to cover her chest. “Young people don’t respect other people.” When did it become commonplace to nurse in public?”

The woman heard all of this, and Keith’s unease continued to reverberate throughout the bus.

Some men who were close to Keith also started making fun of the woman. Keith laughed, and the jeers went on. “As I mentioned, no manners! Her spouse is where? He went on, “Why didn’t anyone in her life instill some self-respect in her?

After feeding her child, the woman got ready to leave. Keith’s mouth fell open as the bus doors opened and he saw a man waiting for her in a wheelchair.

“DANIEL?” he exclaimed, recognizing his wheelchair-bound son. He had only ever seen him twice before. Seven years ago, Daniel was fine, and Keith was baffled by what had happened to him.

The realization that the woman he had been insulting for the past thirty minutes was actually his daughter-in-law made him even more anxious. The infant is his grandson. Keith’s heart broke once more.

Keith was startled out of his reverie by a youngster in the back asking, “Are you going to drive, old man?”

Keith spun around, determined to finish the task at hand. However, it wasn’t simple, particularly when his life from 22 years ago suddenly flashed back into memory.

Keith happily exclaimed, “Honey, I’m home,” to his girlfriend Sarah. “Hmm! That tastes really good!” he exclaimed, devouring a pasta spoonful.

“Keith, I just can’t do it,” she said. “I want to have this baby.”

“I believed we had reached an understanding. We’re not ready for a baby yet, you know,” he sighed.

“I’m fifteen weeks along already,” Sarah patted her abdomen. “This baby is what I want. I cherish him. I apologize.I am unable to.”

Keith was starting to worry. He made an effort to convince Sarah that raising a child wouldn’t be possible with their one-bedroom apartment in the remote area of town and their minimum wage jobs. She didn’t back down, though.

“Fine!” In the end, Keith consented. “We’ll figure out something.”

He was internally tormented about what to do this evening. At that moment, he realized that Victor was his best friend, and he headed to the pub to meet him.

“Keith! “Man, where have you been living?” As soon as Keith entered their preferred bar, Victor let out a cry. Though Keith had stopped going out on the nights he moved in with Sarah, they still spent a lot of time together.

“And how’s your girl?” Shutting down a drink, Victor said.

“She’s good, man,” Keith said, licking his parched lips. Is there a job I could do with you, please? Look, I’m willing to do anything, man. Please, Mr. Abraham, talk to your boss. I’m competent around cars.”

Keith accepted a job very quickly even though he knew the stakes were high. Keith was able to hotwire an automobile in under a minute and steal parts with ease; soon, money began to come in.

Just one month after Keith started his new job, he and Sarah eventually relocated. They were living the good life, until one evening he came home to find Sarah sobbing on the couch.

Keith, the police were present. They posed horrifying queries concerning you, Victor, and a certain Mr. Abraham. “Why are the police pursuing you?” She enquired.

Keith felt a lump form in his throat. With confirmation of Sarah’s worst fears, he said, “It’s better if you don’t know.”

“Christ! Keith, are you part of a gang? What if you end up in jail? What will happen to our child and me if you fall?” She sobbed.

“There won’t be any incidents,” Keith gently touched Sarah’s shoulders. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Are you serious, Keith? Do you believe the police will spare you?

Keith erupted into fury. “Please, Sarah, please! See why I’m doing this, don’t you? I’m doing everything for us, so I had to bring extra cash.”

Sarah desperately begged Keith to stop his illegal gig so they could resume their once-simple, everyday lives. “Please, stop it,” Sarah cried.

He yelled, “We need money to live!”

“You can make that MONEY by doing something else…NOT THIS!” Sarah squinted her eyes and shot back. She was crying. “The baby kicked…Ow!”

Keith cupped her face and met her eyes, calming down. “Hey sweetie, I’m getting this big gig soon. It might prepare us for eternity. I am unable to give up in the midst. “I want to do everything for our son,” he declared.

Sarah’s expression twisted. “You will never be able to leave this job if you don’t quit. Do you even realize that you are being pursued by the police?”

“This is my chance, Sarah. Please, I don’t want to go back to that dumb low-paying job. I have no control over this. I used to be depressed. However, I now possess everything they said was unattainable for me.”

Sarah tightened her grip on her stomach and lowered her gaze. Keith, I don’t think this will work out. She cried, “You’re not the man I loved.”

“Oh come on! How convenient, Sarah,” Keith angrily yelled at her. “You took pleasure in my earnings…Now what’s wrong? “Like it or not, I’m not leaving,” he proclaimed as he bounded from the room.

When Keith got home from another successful score, it was early in the morning. “Look, honey, I apologize. Things last night became a little intense.Sarah?” He repeatedly called out to her.

Still no response, though. In an attempt to find out if she was still sleeping or ill, Keith hurried to their bedroom but discovered it was empty.

Keith dialed Sarah’s number, growing nervous. However, his calls were all sent to voicemail. When he dug through the closet, he found that some of her clothes were missing. The nursery was empty of all the onesies. “Sarah?” She was nowhere to be found when Keith lost his cool and started running around the house.

Since they didn’t have many friends, Keith reasoned that Victor and his group could help locate her. Keith was shocked to discover there was a loud knock on the front door as he frantically pushed the call button on Victor’s number.

“Cops! Good morning, Mr. Griffith. A police officer yelled and pounded on the door, “We know you’re in there.” “We have an arrest warrant.”

“Argh!” Knowing there was no turning back now, Keith held his head.

Keith was detained and given a 20-year sentence. But because of his good behavior, he was granted parole after serving 15 years. His only goal was to locate Sarah and their child; he had no intention of returning to Mr. Abraham or Victor.

After locating their address, Keith hurriedly drove to a suburban area located a few miles to the west of their previous neighborhood. Its lovely homes and gorgeous surroundings delighted his eyes. He desired to live in a place like this with Sarah and their son.

At last, Keith approached Sarah’s home, and as he was ready to pull up to the gate, an SUV sped by. Keith stood perplexed as a well-dressed man got down. Did I enter the address incorrectly? However, the mailbox displays the same number.

A boy’s voice startled him, saying, “DAD!” With a smile spreading across his face, Keith looked up, his heart thumping in his chest.

When Keith noticed a teenage boy running toward the stranger who had just gotten out of the SUV from the front door, his heart broke into a million pieces. Sarah appeared from the entrance. Guys, it’s time for dinner! Hurry, “she laughed.

“Let’s go, Dad,” chirped the boy. “Mom made spaghetti!”

Daniel, you’re right! Let’s move quickly!” Keith watched as they entered the house and the man put his hand around the boy’s shoulder. There was only one possible interpretation: he was the boy’s stepfather, assuming Keith’s rightful position in Sarah and their son’s lives.

Brokenhearted, Keith made the decision to walk away. However, he was curious to see how content they were together. Peeking in the window, he saw the teenager and his stepfather watching a baseball game on TV. Sarah was seated next to them and continued to radiate beauty.

Keith collected his shards and turned to leave as the street lights came on.

Tears were streaming down Keith’s cheeks when he heard a distant horn go off. After completing his final route for the evening, he was devastated to think that Daniel would be using a wheelchair. “Whatever became of my boy? When I last saw him seven years ago, he was fine,” Keith pondered.

He drove to the address where he’d last seen Sarah and Daniel a few days later to find out. He stopped outside a house next door and waited anxiously until he was startled by a knock on his side window.

“Hey, tell me about yourself. Why are you parking your car outside my property? An older woman yelled at him, “I’ll call the cops if you don’t leave.”

With a start, Keith got out of his car. “Please say no, ma’am. All I wanted to do was go there.”

“Go where?” She snarled and raised her hands.

“To that house over there. I would like to meet Daniel and Sarah. It’s been years since I’ve seen her,” Keith explained.

“Oh, dear,” the elderly woman said with a growing tenderness in her voice. “Don’t you know what happened?”

“Yeah?” Keith furrowed his brow in discomfort.

“Last year, Sarah and her spouse passed away,” disclosed the elderly woman. “Their son Daniel lives with his wife and baby there.”

“How come? “NO!” Keith’s shocked eyes grew large.

“Automobile mishap. Fortunately, Daniel was in the backseat and made it out alive. But he’s not able to walk,” the woman said. It’s really depressing. I watched that boy mature. They were a very beautiful family. Furthermore, his child will never get to see his grandparents.”

After expressing gratitude to the woman, Keith regretfully walked by her and made his way to the front door. He was aware that, under all circumstances, it was time to confront his son. Keith let out a long sigh, adjusted his voice, and knocked on the door. A few moments later, it creaked open, and Daniel rolled his wheelchair in.

“Yes?” He raised his gaze to Keith.

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