I have seen a woman pick up two children with one hand as she runs to the train. There is a strength in love that no gym can ever build. She is late and tired and no one is helping and she is doing it anyway. She will do this for years. She will forget what it feels like to not be needed. And then one day she will remember. One day the arms that reached for her will stop reaching. And she will be proud. And she will be empty. And she will wait by a phone that does not ring as often as she pretends it does. Make that phone ring.