The day was rough, as was every September 11th. Mom and I went to the memorial as we always did, but this time we had Kinsey in tow. After finding his name, I introduced him to her.
It was a bittersweet moment. It still floored me that something so devastating was now so long ago.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked Mom as we walked back to the subway entrance together.
“I have a shift starting at midnight.”
“So, nap?” I asked as I looked into the stroller. Kinsey was out like a light, fast asleep after a busy day.
She nodded, her arm threading with mine. “Any weekend plans?”
I shook my head. “The usual—laundry, groceries, and cleaning. Probably a walk in the park since the heat is supposed to break a little on Sunday. Kinsey loves the park.”
“Any men in your life?”
I quirked my
