Starting from junior high school, on the weekends at the end of every month, she would take the bus to a suburban nursing home to find her mother, who was a caregiver.
The bus line is long, passengers get off along the road, and the carriages become increasingly empty.
Whenever the moon climbed up the hillside, she would take the last train back.
Apart from the driver, she and a boy of the same age were often the only ones on the last bus.
Occasionally they would make eye contact without smiling, nodding or greeting, once, twice, three times...
So often that I have the illusion that we have known each other for a long time.
She couldn't remember the number of times, but finally on a rainy day without a moon, her hair was half-wet, she stood by the coin box, and with a red face, she rummaged through her satchel for a long time.
There were two clanging sounds, and someone came up and threw in two coins, whispering: "I've put it in for you."
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The moon climbed up the hillside, and they took the last train home hand in hand.
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