She came out of the car. Walking towards the corner of the street with her hands at her back.
Standing there waiting for her kid.
She makes small talk to the girls sitting by the pavement at the corner of the street. Just like how a mother would do.
She paced at that spot, looking around, waiting for her kid. Her hands is still at her back.
Her eyes never leave the spot. Looking out for the bus, to see if her kid has arrive.
When her hands got tired, the poll at the corner became her support. Then she cross both hands to her chest. Her eyes never leave the spot.
A mother. She is a mother. Just like me.
I knew a mother like her.
I can spot them from afar and I know she is a mother. Just like this woman.
My mother, looking out for me all the time.
At least she used to...