When I was an 8year old boy, I was very close to my mother. One night in late April, 1991, my mother and father had gotten into a pretty bad fight. My mother left the house in our '84 Chevelle.
I didn't see her for 3 days. On the 4th night, she came into my room while I was asleep and woke me up. She said she was sorry that she stayed away for so long. She told me how much she loved me and asked about my day. When my dad woke me up for school the next morning, I asked where mom was. He… Continue
Posted on December 20, 2009 at 3:00pm — 3 Comments