DORIS
First thing in the morning before work, I spent time writing more emails to the New York City building department. It was an exercise in frustration.
My mentor Kate gave me a few more leads.
I also called the three real estate possibilities that I was sure would be signed contracts by now. Unfortunately, none of those couples answered my calls.
I spent the afternoon working my butt off for Heritage Properties, but nothing panned out.
I visited Mia for a few minutes after work. Even though she was her wonderful, cheery seven-year-old self, I had to admit my mind was elsewhere.
I made myself pay attention to Mia, knowing that her father was often distracted and her real mother had been absent her whole life.
I left as soon as Mia finished telling me about her day.
Then I wen
