One afternoon when I was in high school, I got off the bus only to find that my Mom wasn’t there to pick me up. Every day, she would kindly wait at the end of our long farm road to save me the twenty-minute uphill walk. Where was she? Boy, was I upset. It was raining so bad out.
I couldn’t believe she forgot!
I trudged up to the old farmhouse, muttering the whole way. She always picked me up, every single day.
I couldn’t believe she forgot!
I finally reached the house, a drenched rat. Mom met me at the door with a strange look on her face. She looked out at the driveway, then back to me.
“Jane, where’s the car?”
And that’s when it all came back to me. That morning, Mom had reluctantly let me drive her car to school for the first time. But by the end of the day, on autopilot, I had taken the bus home.
I couldn’t believe I forgot!