December 22, 2011
When she was eight years old, her single mother (age thirty) moved their young family from California to Salt Lake City. It was late autumn and the weatherman was predicting a record snowfall by morning. She and her three brothers were giddy with anticipation. They’d never seen snow before. But her mother was slightly concerned. She had a new job to report to in the morning and they were ill-prepared. She needed a snow shovel if she was going to clear the driveway and report to work on time. While putting her children to bed that night she told them not to worry if they woke and she wasn’t home; she had gone to the store to buy a shovel and would be back soon.
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