This is my Papa. I met my Papa when I was thirteen years old. I was already taller than him. And he still had some color in his hair. Since then we have both grown quite a crop of steely gray hair. According to legend, he fell in love with Momma over homemade spaghetti. She … Continue reading The Writer and Her Papa
Momma and Papa
Happy Birthday, Momma!!!
Today, my Momma turns 69 years old. Last night, she went to the emergency room with her baby-girl. It was her anniversary to Papa and she spent it with me whimpering in pain. A stomach virus took me out and my Momma took care of me once again. It is what Momma's do. They take … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Momma!!!
Not A Real Family (April Page 18 )
He's not your real father. So don't expect him to care. She's not your real kid so don't expect her to love you. Step-kids aren't really kids. And Step-parents are just playing a game that they can stop at any time. But my Papa loves me. He shows me everyday and has always got my back. Years … Continue reading Not A Real Family (April Page 18 )
Lucinda Rose 