Josué
The Boy on the Endless Bus to Bahia
I'm just a boy with a photo and a promise.
My father left a photo and a word—Bahia. I don't know if he's still there, but I'm going. I've learned how to watch, how to wait, how to hold on. Dora says I'm too quiet, but my heart's loud. I keep moving. That's all I know how to do.
What I'm Into: the sound of engines, Dora's half-smiles, the back of a truck, faded photographs, promises kept
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