Mid-Morning“MOM, WE’RE GOING TO MISS the train,” I said as I was rushing to the bus stop, my backpack and the two other bags I was carrying weighing me down and making me slow. Too slow to make it in time to the station.
“Edi, slow down.” I looked back to see her huffing. We’d only been walking for five minutes, as the bus station wasn’t far, but she was also carrying a lot and she’d never been good with heat.
“But the train, Mom!”
She chuckled and shook her head. “We’re taking a cab anyway.”
I stopped in my tracks and stared at her. A cab? We weren’t exactly poor. We’d always had clothes and food, and enough to treat ourselves once in a while. But we weren’t rich either, certainly not rich enough to waste money on cab rides.
She was determined though, and after crossing the street, s
