My mother grew up in Arkansas. On a farm with my grandfather and grandmother and two uncles. My grandfather was hard working man and a proper man. So when my mom became pregnant with me when she was 14 he was furious. He let her stay of course but things were never the same. This time with my twin baby sisters. Unfortunately when my mother became pregnant her father had enough and kicked her out of the house.

His words were cut short by the sight of his mother appearing from the top of the steps. They sparkled like the brightest of emeralds, full of life, love, and internal youth. He loved the way it looked on her, even if he did feel it was a little too revealing. It was virgin white with sparkling silk roses sewn deep into the fabric, causing it to shimmer in even the dimmest of lights. Taking her hand as she stepped onto the bottom stairs, Dan smiled, looking deep into her eyes, and placed a kiss upon her warm cheek.

I loved my mom so much and hated to see her hurting. I tried to help out as much as possible with everyday stuff like cooking meals, doing the laundry, and cleaning the house. Little did I know that one night, I was going to help out my mom out in another very different and memorable way. I should mention that my mom was not the most physically alluring woman in the world.