I can’t move, or the meds I just took will make me sick. I have to try and keep them down for an hour minimum and sometimes that isn’t enough.
I remember you pushing me out of the motor homes doors into that parking lot, where you had pushed my mother just before me. A few personal items were pitched.
My hair started going grey when I was about 20 years old...just what every 20 year old wishes for. I had already been dyeing it for several years, but it.
I remember this moment so clearly, unlike many moments in my childhood that are simply a blank, this one stuck. Although I wish it had simply vanished into the part.
