My stomach tightens as I think it, but I push down my anxiety and pull into the third gas station of the day. The weatherman is giving the latest updates on Irma, so I shush the boys so I can hear. I don’t think I’m strong enough to make the trip alone, nor would I want to. But, as a mother who is responsible for the lives of these three boys, I don’t think I can stay. Gas station after gas station is dark as we pass.

Source: Washington Post September 09, 2017 23:30 UTC