The Seed

The  Seed

The seed was planted and it grew little by little.

The change in my mom was incredible, she quit smoking on the spot and was always joyful.

My dad quit smoking and drinking for the most part.

I realize as I am writing that my memories from when I was five until I got out of elementary school are somewhat hazy.

There are blurry and short flashes but most of them are not nice.

This may be, where this weekly episodes become therapeutic… I hope…

I will go back a couple of years and start writing about my memories. You are welcome to come along and see where this leads to.

Stay tuned for next week’s “My Earliest Memory

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