Ten.One Thousand, Three Hundred & Twenty-One
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The first bit of light.
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I finish the scholarship application. This feels right. We’ll see what happens.
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Maybe it wasn’t the taste I missed, but the ritual of it.
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I sit and breathe.
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The sunrise is so beautiful but I can’t quite capture it with my phone. It doesn’t matter. It is enough that I was able to witness it.
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The colors of the coffee and the frothy oat milk in this midnight blue mug and the blue-gray-gold slate floor.
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I tell him that sometimes I just need to get out of the house. These short trips to and from school satisfy that need.
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The black man with the hot pink dreads in his CIA coat rides by us on his bike. “There he is!” I say.
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Diving timing? Signs? Confirmation of the spirit? Whatever it is, I am exactly where I’m supposed to be at this moment.
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He eats a third helping of farro and I feel like I’ve won the Mothering Olympics today.