“Nora.”
I walked home that night instead of taking the bus, three miles in the rain, holding my girls close so they wouldn’t get wet.
By the time I got to my apartment, my shoes were soaked, and my hands were numb.
He didn’t want to forget it.
I remember standing there, staring at my empty wallet.
Thinking I was stupid.
That I had made a mistake.
And that I couldn’t afford kindness.
***
The next few years weren’t easy.
I worked afternoons at a diner and nights at the library. I slept whenever the girls did, which wasn’t much.
There was a woman in my building, Mrs. Greene, who changed everything.
“You leave those babies with me when you’ve got a shift,” she told me one afternoon.
I had made a mistake.
I tried to pay her.
Mrs. Greene shook her head. “You finish school. That’s enough.”
