I just hadn’t realized chaos apparently belonged exclusively to me.
Three weeks earlier, I’d slipped on wet tile outside a grocery store.
It happened ridiculously fast.
One second I was carrying two bags.
The next, I was on the ground.
The break was bad enough to require surgery, followed by a cast and strict instructions from my doctor not to drive.
Before the accident, I handled almost every morning responsibility involving Sasha and Nicki.
Breakfast.
Lunches.
Permission slips.
Lost shoes.
Missing homework.
Hair.
Water bottles.
