Prayer Beads
At five years old, I decided to preserve my mother. Biting my nails beneath the covers as she tucked me in, brow furrowed in angst, I asked her to tell me everything. What was she…
At five years old, I decided to preserve my mother. Biting my nails beneath the covers as she tucked me in, brow furrowed in angst, I asked her to tell me everything. What was she…