Once upon a time not so long ago (five weeks after Sept. 11) in a far-off land (not New York City), a mother was packing her suitcase for a meeting in Chicago. This tale is true.
"I wish you wouldn't go," said her 9-year-old daughter. "I wish you would stay home."
The mother loved her daughter very much, but she didn't grant her wishes. She flew to Chicago. She participated in the meeting (though at coffee breaks she worried to the woman sitting next to her about her worried daughter). And she phoned her daughter every day. After three days, she flew home, and the daughter was happy again.
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