29 years ago, this night, I came home from karaoke you find my answering machine, flashing red or iMessage. We all remember those machines. Don’t worry even though I knew I was expecting a call from my mom who I’ve been leaving messages for all day, and my sister regular messages went back-and-forth all day while we drive to arrange having lunch with my mom the next day and Martin Luther King birthday. And yet when I saw the red flashing light, my body went cold my legs were like ice.