I remember Mama – a precious, beautiful lady who loved me. Mothers are supposed to love their children I know, and my mother loved me like mothers are supposed to love their children –unconditionally.
That being said, I often gave her reasons to make it hard to love me, but she still did, regardless.
My mother was born in Geraldine and was known to be a genuinely good person.
She was the oldest of three children, all girls, and she loved her parents and her two sisters.
In fact, I’ve never known of three sisters that were as close as they were.
Mama was sick often as a child and when she was around 12 she contracted rheumatic fever and almost died.
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