Jordan thought about the way her mom had leaned so hard on her to help with her siblings, clean the house, cook, and well, just grow up – it had made her feel quite alone and unsteady. While some aspects of growing up were enjoyable, adulthood was frightening all-in-all and she still longed to be cared for and nurtured in other ways.
This led her to think of the attacks on 9/11 and how the following night she had wet the bed for the first time. Mom had been so gentle and empathetic with her; almost like she was when she was little. It had been embarrassing to be naked in front of her and everything but it was dreadfully comforting to know she was taken care of at the same time.