"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
Mama, I can see that you're tired. There are tears in your eyes and every now and then a tear rolls down your cheek. I'm sorry mama but I feel really strange in this new world. I miss home. I miss always being close to you.
Someday, our windows won’t have tiny fingerprints covering every square inch of their glass. Someday, the trash won’t fill so quickly, and the fridge won’t empty so fast & dishwasher won’t need ran so often, and the hamper won’t always be overflowing.