Day 69: Footprint in Cement

Rachel, Day by Day

This footprint in the cement is on the sidewalk near my house in Elmhurst. It’s on a corner and a bench is on the corner, too. I remember I used to sit on the bench all of the time when I was growing up. That footprint used to be way bigger than my foot, and I always wondered when the day would come when my foot would be bigger than the footprint. Well, it’s definitely bigger now. I don’t remember when the change happened, though. I used to just sit on the bench when I wanted to be alone and think about things. And I’d stare at the footprint and wonder who put it there and when.

I remember one particular time I sat there. One morning when my dad had cancer, he went to take a shower but he couldn’t breathe. My mom called 911 and went to the hospital with him. My uncle came over to watch my brother and I and make sure we were ok. I kept waiting for a phone call from my mom, but she didn’t call us for a while. I couldn’t be in my house anymore, so I walked over to the bench, sat down, and cried. It was a windy day, so I watched the wind blow the branches on the trees around, too. I don’t know why I remember that moment.

Well, go watch Glee! Hurry, it’s on right now!

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