Growing up, the only thing I ever really dreamed about was being a wife and a mother. I loved teaching so, playing school and dress up came very natural for me. Most of the time, I pretended I was my mother, always wearing her dresses, heels, and jewelry around the house, or I would pretend to run errands in her car as if I was going somewhere under the carport. To me, she was perfect in all her imperfections. She […]
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