I was sitting in my living room watching my son run around and shoot hoops at the local park, when suddenly, out of nowhere, a huge block of ice cracked.
It was like an earthquake, and all I could hear was thunder.
It took about two minutes for the ice to break and the temperature to drop, and I was back at my house.
It didn’t look like a big snowstorm, but the cold, the freezing cold, it was like I’d just stepped out of the freezer.
I had been at the house all day, and then I got the call, from a friend: the entire city of Toronto was down for an entire day.
There was a massive blackout.
At the time, it looked like there were more than 10 million homes without power.
And that was just on the east side of the city, in Scarborough.
The worst part was that it happened just before the start of the holidays.
The power was supposed to be restored by the morning of Christmas Day, but it was still coming off.
When I got home, I opened up the fridge and there was a box full of the frozen food that my son had eaten the night before.
We were going to the mall, and we were eating.
It felt like I was eating something that was made from ice, or maybe the snow.
My son was very hungry.
We had been going to McDonalds for about three weeks.
And then suddenly, we were all eating at McDonalds.
The only reason he hadn’t been eating at home was because he was home.
I was like, What are you talking about?
What the heck is going on?
And then he said, Mom, I ate at McDonald’s.
I didn’t want to be hungry.
It just felt like an illusion.
This was the second day that we were out of power.
We were already eating.
But we had all these frozen food boxes.
And we didn’t know what to do with them.
I remember going into my apartment and taking one of the boxes, and there were three or four boxes on the kitchen counter.
And my son, who was on the couch, was like: Where are all these boxes?
And I was like (shrugs), I don’t know.
He’s a little bit confused.
I was very nervous about it.
We weren’t sure what to tell him.
I went back to my bedroom and I had all my clothes and my clothes were frozen.
So I went to the bathroom and I washed my clothes, put on my shoes and my boots and my hair, put my makeup on and went to my house to tell my husband and kids, who were staying with us at the time.
We had been on vacation for six months, and it was time to start putting on our new clothes.
So we were trying to find a way to get them on the road, so they could come out and see us and start eating.
And I didn the dress and heels.
I just threw them away, and my son put on the clothes for me.
I think we did have a good time, and people were just having a good laugh about it, like we were doing the right thing.
But that was the first time I really cried, because I had to stop eating.
It was one of those things where I thought it was just something that happened, like a storm.
It was just kind of a relief to have a little snack, but there was no way to eat anything else.
It looked like I had just stepped into a frozen box.
I would’ve had a lot of trouble eating it because it was so cold, but my son and I thought, It’s a good thing I’m out of here, because we’d probably eat the whole box.
And when he looked in the box, he was eating it like he was trying to make a salad.
It wasn’t like he ate the whole thing.
It tasted like he had just pulled out some vegetables from a can of peas.
We ate it like it was nothing.
We got all these comments from people who were eating it, who said, I’m eating this because I’m sick.
And then I thought: That’s okay, it’s part of my job.
I’m a good mother.
I make sure that my kids are eating healthy food. But I don