She was out and about early enough to get some thinking time before all of the hectic world came crashing down on her. Everywhere she looked, people’s lives were being disrupted and discarded. Everyone, or so it seemed, was disposable.
Looking at this pile of garbage she had to wonder about the baby. She wondered about how resilient people could emerge from such hardships. She wondered about how she didn’t just collapse from carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, in her heart, and racing through her mind. She stood still for a second then went and entered the building. This was all part of her story that needed to be told.