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
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!!!
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 )