My mom's life story goes on, Part Five here. It all began here.
she was very much past ready to move out and start her life.
To understand my ignorance, you would have to understand that of all my extended family on either side, only one individual I knew had gone to college. He was a much older cousin and he came to our house one Christmas with three of his rowdy college friends. My grandmother did what every aunt does for college boys – she cooked for them. And what did they do for me? Broke one of my brand new toys. I had been given a pogo stick and a miniature pinball game made out of plastic. Well, one of the guys jumped up on the pogo stick and immediately jumped onto the pinball machine. Which reacted by breaking into a million pieces. At least it felt like a million. To match the million pieces my heart had broken into at the same time. I wanted to scream out in a rage, but I didn’t. He was a GUEST. And even at my young age, I had learned that one never ever made a GUEST feel anything but welcome.