We walked into the wig shop. It was in a rundown little plaza next to the Ben Franklin 5 and Dime in town. A shop we’d driven by our entire lives and not once noticed. Now here we were, trying to find the little drive into the shop, the entry too steep, bouncing one tire over the curb. I was 31. It was her second diagnosis.
I really was touched by the moment you had with your mom. 🥰
Thank you!! Moms are the best. 🩷
The deep love between you and your mom brings tears to my eyes. So special! ❤️
Thank you, Barb!! LUCKY ME!!!! <3 !