Photo Source: Unsplash After two hours and two buses, I arrived. I stepped out of the bus in hand-me-down shoes two sizes too big for my 10-year-old feet. I stood at the bus station with a heavy black case in my hand. A pigeon with a broken wing limped along the sidewalk, searching for food scraps, dodging the legs of passersby. The people coming off the bus did not seem to scare him as he pecked around their ankles. His head jut-jut-jutted painfully as he stumbled around like a little...