On Wednesdays We Wore Pink

Regina

I get hit by the same bus every day. At least I think I do. I don’t always know the difference between what I know and what I think. But I do know that it hurts, every time. And the day is always divided into before I get hit by the bus, and after I get hit by the bus, but it hurts on both sides. Sometimes I’m in the hospital, sometimes I’m at hom…