Two little blonde girls sitting alone at a bus stop with a note saying: “Please Take Care Of Them”. My riding brother Jake and I were heading back from our Saturday morning coffee run when we saw them.
They were wearing matching neon yellow safety shirts, the kind construction workers wear. At 7 in the morning, there wasn’t another soul around.
Jake slowed his bike first, and I pulled up beside him. Something wasn’t right. Kids that young don’t sit at bus stops alone.
As we got closer, I saw the younger one was crying, and the older girl had her arm around her sister’s shoulders.
Between them sat a brown paper bag and a blue balloon tied to the bench. Jake and I exchanged looks, killed our engines, and walked over slowly so we wouldn’t scare them.
“Hey there, little ones,” Jake said gently, crouching down to their level…