I was in New York working on my latest project
my boss called me up on his office phone and told me "Ang" Please come to my office now!
Heartbeat stalls to a halt because he never calls me that, only if he is Angry or Hungry his lunch has not arrived yet.
I started to work as a Journalist for New York Times
and after the drama last thanks giving it has been six months and I haven't called either or my Two
Moms or my sweet ailing Dad.
My last phone call with Harry is when He reminded me to drink tea in the morning and eat less sugar or Coffee, he knows my weaknesses my Dear Father, he has Alzheirmer's but he does not forget to take care of me.
I rang Allen after I was in my bosses office, and hot tears was streaming down my face, " Al", honey I need You to take me to Seattle Airport, meet me in John F Kennedy Airport. He didn't ask why, He said okay I'll drive and meet in 22 minutes, He is staying in Brooklyn, he is the Executive Chef in Bouté
and I am coming from 620 Eight Avenue in Manhattan New York. It is a mad rush to the Airport
and I have my go bag with me which is necessary for my job always flying here to there to get the most promising stories.
But this story, this scoop my boss has laid on his desk and marked urgent the News Paper just got
and all of the telephone lines are ringing at 11:00 am in the morning when people gets their brunch and sandwiches from Queensyard in New York City's Hudson Park. I wonder if "The big man" didn't call me to his damn office will Allen and I be getting Lunch there, and eat our favorite Mac and Cheese or Chicken and Waffles, what?? why am I thinking about food right now?, Goodness me my stomach is making hungry noises, I forgot to eat breakfast this morning. My piece on Corn and Raising fowls has made me super busy I wish I was eating actual corn bread and tasty southern style fried chicken right about now.
But I am not, because the most urgent news my boss Everet Daryl gave me is about an Airplane Crash
in Seattle Tacoma Airport, while landing, there was a fire and ambulances are hurrying to the scene and People are being rescued but no names were given from the pilot's manuscript as to who were injured or dead. Oh God, please let those poor people survive the accident.
Then I remember my Original Mom, Stella she was scheduled to fly in for her checkup to the doctor for her aching back and pelvis, and she sent me a text last night that it was for today. My mind went blank
and my palms got sweaty not for waiting for Allen, but for worrying my Mom might be in that plane.
Al arrived and he hugged me, "It's going to be alright sweety", She's not hurt, she will be fine.
and we wrapped each other in the others embrace as we both drove into the JFK Airport.
Hoping and Praying, because I know she is not perfect or not even close to being a good Mother
but she was and is the one who I called Mom and who raised me. I love her, I hope she is not among the dead or injured passengers.
At this moment I don't understand what I am feeling, my love for her, worry or my questions that I never got to ask her, and why she took me in as her daughter.
Al and I flew the next flight to Seattle
feeling his warm hands and kissing my forehead I fell asleep in his arms.