My Family : My Mother
I still remember the day I saw my dad walk out the front door, and the note he left on the shiny white stand. My mother reading it and my grandmother consoling her; he left my siblings, my family, and I with nothing. I remember that day as if it were yesterday, I just remember feeling cold, unsafe, and unloved.
My mother grew up in a society in which sociologists call it upper class. Her family had a lot of money back in our country in which she never had to learn how to cook, clean, or do any