Anecdote: 08-1333

I sat with her on the SB stairs facing the vast savannah watching the sun kiss the starved grounds. “I didn’t like my childhood much,” she said. She spoke of her family with a deep sense of forlorn. Withdrawn. “On my first day of baby class, when all other kids where calling out mommy, I just stood there; wondering what mommy was.” That was just her first step to the realization that all she has was her. To fight, to appease, to assert, to survive-for her