Touts were shouting the names where the buses were going.
That was the bus I needed to catch.
Some packed their luggage under the bus. Others put their things on the racks inside.
Women with young children made them comfortable for the long journey.
He wore old sandals, a worn out coat, and he looked nervous.
I was going to the big city.
Each one was saying what was available for sale. The words sounded funny to me.
Those who did not have any money, like me, just watched.
The tout yelled at the hawkers to get out.
Some gave back change to the travelers. Others made last minute attempts to sell more.
I wondered if I would ever go back to my village again.
I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep.
Will my rabbits fetch any money? Will my brother remember to water my tree seedlings?
I was still mumbling it when I fell asleep.
I grabbed my small bag and jumped out of the bus.
The most important thing for me now, was to start looking for my uncle's house.
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