Her hair is faded to white.
She is fair-skinned and thin.
Her memory may some day begin to fade.
Mine will not. I will always remember.
I remember when they met.
I didn't like her.
I still had fantasies that they'd get back together, my mom and dad; we'd be a happy family.
Not again, but for the first time.
We'd never before been a happy family.
Before there was always anger.
Out of town travel for work.
I believed it could all be different if they'd just Read more [...]