Rescue Mission

Saturday morning, still in pyjamas drinking the last bit of hot coffee in my cup. The phone rings. It's #2. "Mommy, can you come and pick me and "N" up? We are on Sherbrooke street. Oh, and can you bring me some money because our breakfast cost us $39.91 and we only have $40.00."

"Sure".

Once, she called me and I didn't answer my phone- because I was trying to work. I was in the middle of a really important meeting with someone who could have potentially made a huge impact in the success of my business. Turns out that she was standing on a street corner in the most dangerous part of town being hit on by a crack dealer. She had taken the subway by herself, got off at the right stop but had left from the wrong door. Apparently she saw this guy across the street jumping up and down on the roof of someone's car and she was praying that he wouldn't notice her. He noticed her. Everyone does. 

So when she calls me to ask me to rescue her I do and I always will. 

Two years ago she almost died. She had really bad stomach pains. I took her to the hospital. They took out her appendix. They gave her an abscess. They didn't give her the right antibiotics. 5"4, and 88 pounds. Seven weeks later she was okay. Seven weeks. Dog years when your kid is close to dying. I haven't gotten over it. Neither has she. 

She lives her life like a person who is doing it for the second time-because she is. She is my start over girl.