IT’S NOT HOW MUCH YOU GIVE THAT MATTERS, IT’S HOW MUCH YOU KEEP FOR YOURSELF
Call me selfish, if you will; I freely admit to it. The thought of something happening to my mother makes my blood run cold. It makes me feel like I might faint. It makes my heart miss a beat and then begin again, tha-dump. If something happened to my mother, it would mean losing a huge part of myself. I can’t imagine not having my mom to call and talk to whenever I want to, whenever I NEED to. It’s not just my mother I would lose, you see. It’s my past. My childhood. The memory of my birth, the...