Through the Rain

When I was in pre-k, my mother use to walk me from our apartment on Mulberry Street all the way to Delancey Street by the Williamsburg Bridge. I had disliked going to school, so I would complain if we didn’t walk to school the way i wanted to (which meant i would take the long way to avoid going). One day, as we were walking, the heaven’s flood gates opened up and a downpour began. My mother threw her jacket over me so that I wouldn’t get soaked and get sick, because no one could take care of me at home, and she couldn’t have a sick kid with her at the sweatshop. She had her umbrella up, but as soon as her umbrella was up, it was quickly blown upside down by the winds. My mother was carrying me on her back with her jacket covering me. As she dropped me off, she had realized her lunch had dropped on the floor. She was able to find her lunchbox, but the contents were on the floor. She only had rice for lunch that day. I didn’t get sick. Thanks Mom.