School days

This morning, I couldn't really sleep, just staring at the ceiling at 5 in the morning. Needless to say, everything I usually do in the morning happened earlier than when I usually do it. I had finished burning a CD, wrote a blog about it, and packed it in an envelope before my alarm rang at 630.
I drove earlier to work than usual as well, and on the way, I noticed kids at the end of their driveways waiting for the school buses. Most of them had a parent waiting for them to be picked up. One girl was waiting at the end of a long driveway, at the end of which was a huge home. She was all alone, and she held a stuffed bear in her hand. I thought this to be cute, at first, and then I thought it was incredibly sad. Why did she have to be out there all by herself?
I guess it's not that strange. When I was a little dude, my parents would never wait with me. It didn't even occur to me that they should.
Yet, when I was driving by this girl who lived in a big home but was left all alone and who carried a stuffed bear, I felt sad.
Weird. I don't know why.