I was a little girl, ten or eleven when my mother took me to her hometown. It’s a little village somewhere in the central region. When we were in a car going, she talked about how wonderful the village was and how she wished I would grow in the village instead of the city.
And how she wished I would grow around the people who truly loved me. I was a girl. I didn’t know so much of what goes on in the world so I didn’t understand a lot of things that she was saying.
We got to the village and I remember asking her, “Is that the wonderful place you were talking about?” I didn’t find anything I could lay my hands on and call beautiful. Well, there were…Read Full Story Here.……..
