A Dedication to Mom
It was a bitter cold but sunny January morning in the small Midwestern town of Terre Haute Indiana, a town not far from where my mom grew up, the sun, like me, was just rising. As I open my eyes to the day and unwillingly slowly inched the covers away from my toasty warm body to the chill of the room, I exerted a big stretch, lowered my toes to the cold floor into my comfy slippers and proceeded to start my day. I passed by the slightly drawn bedroom curtain and saw something sparkle on the... Sign in to see full entry.