By the time I was 11 years old, my mother, my grandmother, and my brother were all working. I made my own breakfast and lunch and took care of myself. I’ve been pretty much a loner all my life. Now that Debbie is in hospice I’m a loner again. I’m OK with that. And if I don’t wake up tomorrow I’m OK with that too. It’s all up to God.
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