It’s easy to forget things sometimes like the fact that just five years ago, I was living in the van that’s now gathering dust in my driveway, that whenever I’d go in for job interviews and scribble a random address on the form, that I might be the luckiest person in the world.
Slowly, she pulled the door open, climbed onto the cracked leather seat, and looked around. Suddenly, overcame by a wave of emotions as memories flooded her brain, she began to cry.
“Mommy, are you okay?” A small voice asked.
Wiping her tears, she smiled, “Yes, Mommy’s okay.”