The train ride to the doctor’s office was quick. By the time she realized it she heard the announcement. “181^st street. Stand clear of the opening doors.” My mother shot up from her seat and made her way through the open doors to the platform. “Brooklyn bound A train next stop 175^st street. Stand clear of the closing doors. Ding doon and in an instant the train was off to its next destination. She looked back and as she saw the last cart fade away she somehow felt a connection or a slight resemblance between the A train quickly leaving the station. Not caring who was left behind and my father. He was always leaving to his next destination to save the world. My mother shook her head mumbled something under breath “Desgraciado.” and headed to the doctor’s office.