My mom walked in the door at 8 a.m. I had forgotten she was coming. Coming to help me. Coming to take my daughter to summer camp. She sat next to me on the couch making small talk about home appraisals and the lunch she had the day before my with my half-sister, Diana. Then she asked why my eyes were bloodshot. And I cried. And I had cried not a couple hours before as my husband left the house with our baby in arms- taking her to school and himself to work. During this re-org, sometimes I cry. And I will receive a call from my colleague Lester and he’ll tell me everything I need to hear. Things about trust, friendships, loyalties and opportunities. And he’ll stay on the phone with me though he has less time than anyone. And his sincerity reaches me. And I’ll receive an email from my colleague Pam who will get me back in focus. And I’ll receive a picture from my sister- a picture that shows her happy daughter playing soccer in a championship gam...