She was sitting, hunched in the corner near the trampoline. The two little girls in her charge were jumping and playing. Obvious to any observer, she was angry and in a bad mood.
“Is there something wrong with me?” I said to myself as I left the mother’s prayer breakfast. A wave of loneliness enveloped me in an almost physical way as I thought about how I had been in a room with 15 other women yet felt so isolated and alone.