You might not remember me, but I remember you.
I showed up on your doorstep eleven years ago, frightened and bedraggled.
And you opened your doors. 131 more words
1 month, 1 week ago
It hit me when I held the door open for the sweet, little lady. “Thank you, darlin’” she said. I smiled and watched her walk slowly to her car. 515 more words
5 months, 3 weeks ago