Long before ever having children, I made myself a solemn promise.
I would NEVER turn into my mother.
I remember developing a mental list of the many things I would do differently when I had children of my own. 844 more words
1 month ago
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
3 months, 3 weeks 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
8 months, 1 week ago