Aurora Magazine 2018

small moments are what is worth living for and it’s our job to grab them and run. Filling my bag with the chalk that had been thrown all over the playground by various kids, I hold onto that memory. I ask the other children to help me pick the chalk up. Hope- fully this was something they could hold onto, this random memory with a stranger who was just excited to live that day. I call for my kids. They come running. They aren’t too happy that it’s time to go home. I hug them tightly and ask if they want to help me make cookies when we get home. This day is far from over. I’m going to make sure they remember it.

Camden, New Jersey

Jodi Smith

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