masked man became
furious and grabbed the
suitcases from overhead.
He angrily smashed the
suitcases and the clothes
splattered all over the
floor. The masked man was
holding his gun in his left
hand, but his right hand
clenched so hard that you
could see his nails digging
into his palms. “You need to
shut up or I’ll kill everyone
on the bus!” the man yelled.
I sat there thinking, “this
is it, it’s all going to end
here.” My mother grabbed
my hand tightly, and in that
moment I felt her love, and
knew it was unconditional.
I knew that she was wasn’t
worried about her life, but
rather mine, and I felt safe.
The man made his way
down the narrow aisle
between the seats and
snatched a lady’s purse.
Then “BAM!” the bus
driver bashed the man on
his head with his metal
bat. His body slammed on
the hard ground and the
bus driver and another
passenger grabbed his
delicate arms and legs and
made towards the door.
3-2-1—both men swung
his body into the air and
watched it hit the concrete
ground. The bus driver
rapidly closed the door
and we were on our way
again. Everyone cheered
and clapped; I could see
the joy in everyone’s faces.
Smiles enlightened the
bus because everyone was
grateful to be alive. The
resort was an hour away,
during which time each
passenger was calling their
mother, their mother’s
uncle, sisters, brothers,
neighbors. My mother
didn’t say a word, only
tears came rushing down
her face and I gave a her
big hug. To this day, she is
my superwoman who will
always protect me from
harm.