A Protective Father
The time was approximately 9:15 in the morning, and I was en route to my friend's house. Not in the mood to drive, I had opted for public transportation to reach my destination. While waiting for the bus, I couldn't help but notice many students carrying their books, likely engrossed in last-minute exam preparation. Amidst this scene, my attention was drawn to a father holding his daughter's hand as they patiently awaited the bus. When the bus eventually arrived, albeit running late as usual, I boarded and secured a window seat. To my surprise, the father and his daughter took the seats next to mine. Although I typically kept to myself when traveling, I couldn't resist my curiosity about why he was accompanying his 6th-grade daughter to school, especially when her friends appeared to be traveling independently. Opting for a non-intrusive approach, I initiated a conversation by saying, "Bringing your daughter to school, I see. Do you work near her school or are you ...