Then came the day of the town hall meeting.
The air was thick with anticipation and unspoken tension.
Mom dressed as she usually did for these things, in her tactical gear, though there was an added weight to her movements.
She glanced at me, a silent communication passing between us.
We both knew this meeting could change everything.
The town hall was packed, every seat taken, people standing along the walls.
The mayor opened the meeting, and soon the floor was open for concerns and questions.
It didn’t take long for someone to bring up the topic of Mom’s job.
There was a murmur of agreement, a ripple of discomfort that swept through the crowd.
Mom stood, her voice steady and calm.
