The Sleepy bus driver

In 1996, my family decided to go back to Iraq to see our relatives. We were in Jordon at that time, and I was 8 years old. It was Thursday morning; we prepared ourselves and went to the bus station. I, my brother, and sister sat in the back of the bus, my mom was in the other seat with my uncle; beside us. The bus was full of people and kids. I liked it that day, because I made two friends: one of them is 10 years old, and the other one was a doctor; he was a man! The bus stops every 35 minutes. We get to go out of the bus and breathe some fresh air, and we get to go to the washrooms if we…