Missax 23 02 02 Ophelia Kaan Building Up — Mom Xx Top

On particularly hard days she would climb the ladder in the community room, stand on the top rung, and look at the gallery of faces tacked to the wall. She thought of Mom’s promise, of the words that had seemed like an encoded map: MISSAX 23 02 02 — Building Up — Mom XX Top. The numbers were only a date; the note was only a prompt. The real instruction had been quieter: build, gather, continue.