It was 3:45 when I decided to drive to the end of street and wait for my son's bus to arrive. The bus was scheduled to come around 5:50ish I waited and waited, but no bus. I called the transportation department and, a voice mail picked up. I had no way to reach my child. My heart sank. He has one of those track phones and it has minutes on it; however, he did not carry it with him. Facebook was buzzing with parents wondering where their little ones were. Just as I was settling into my panic, I got a call from a number I did not know. I answered. It was Sean! I was ecstatic yet, concerned.
Sean told me that the bus stopped at an elementary school close by the house because of the Tornado warning. I asked if I needed to pick him up; he said, he didn't know. I asked when the bus was bringing them home; he said, he didn't know. I decided to head back to the house to see what the news was saying. They said that schools were waiting until 4:15 to determine what the next move would be. "This is serious," I thought. It seemed like waiting until 4:15 took two hours, and the rain was still coming down hard. The good thing is that the tornado warning was lifted, and busses were returning back to the road.
At 4:15, I called the number that Sean had called me from. A little voice on the other end of the line told me that they were about to board the bus and go home. I was so happy that I was minutes from seeing my baby. I drove back to the bus stop and waited. I finally saw that big yellow bus bending the corner and, I almost jumped out of the car. I was so happy to see him! Thank God for bringing my kiddo home safely.
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