After my parents were divorced, my mother had to obtain a job to support herself and her children. She was hired as the shoe stocker at the local Von Maur retail store. (I also worked there for one shift as a "gift wrapper"... didn't work out...) This piece commemorates the events that took place on the day of the shooting. Nine souls rise from the fiasco as I frantically attempt to contact my mother and verify her existance. This event caused many a problem in my life.