My Mother like my cook
“Do you know where your mother is?” My Mother like my cook Her voice quivered as she tried to control her emotions even as her beautiful, black eyes overflowed and a stream of tears ran down her left cheek. I was annoyed at having to wake up and come to the door because someone had been pounding on it for 5 minutes. That someone turned out to be a woman in her 50s. She was black with beautiful, clear skin. Her long silky hair fell to her back. Her chocolate brown face looked soft and well cared for with not … Read more