The alarm went off at seven a.m. She turned it off with eyes closed, a smile sitting comfortably on her lips. It was April 17th. He was coming home. She had twelve hours to finish getting things in order. At least she'd have a lot to keep herself busy. It would make the time go … Continue reading Welcome Home
Part 3. A couple of years passed and she worked to live up to her duties as a mother. That same determination not to be a statistic stuck with her and she refused to shirk any level of her responsibility. “Mom, I can handle it. It’s only night school. My boss says she’ll even let … Continue reading A Mother’s Love, Parts 3 and 4.