This is part 2 of a 3 part series. To visit part 1, click here. As I sat sobbing in the store frightened that my friend was dead after being struck by a truck, the cashier just held me. She offered to call my mom and I gave her the number. I waited around twenty minutes. My mom didn’t come. I decided to head toward home when I saw my mom in the road with Joy and the paramedics. I selfishly felt hurt that my mom was helping Joy and there was no longer anyone to hold me. I learned … Continue reading →