a/k/a ‘Mommy Dearest’
And that bedraggled little waif is me. A picture IS worth a thousand words. I did the math and it would seem I was the ‘personal problem’ that caused her to leave college. Facts are just facts. Interesting to note, this rare photo of me was taken specifically to show off her college ‘beanie’ she was so proud of, not me.
My grandmother and grandfather. Huff. See why ole clever Sally thought it was so funny to hire a Prosecutor named Hough to help her on her mission of greed and vengence.
Oh, she laughed.
No flowers on that headstone, nor comments in the online. Shameful of you, Sally. They adopted you and gave you all they had. I remember you telling us the stories of how you were a cheerleader and a foreign exchange student in high school. Light years away from how we were ‘raised’, except we weren’t… we survived. And if not for Hank and Esther… I shudder to think where we’d be. Gramma made sure we got to church when we were small, and I still can remember she made the Best sugar cookies. And how much of my young life did I spent helping grampa at the bait shop? Lots. And I loved it. Probably the only reason I survived to grow up and thrive. I pray blessings for them every day… their daughter let them down. I’m working to make things right, gramma, and I’ll be stopping by soon with some fresh flowers.
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