Edward Morrison was only 8 years old when his whole world came to a screeching halt because of terrible news. The boy was sitting at the kitchen table in the small apartment where he lived with his mother. As he did every day, he was doing his homework and waiting for the half hour he would spend with her before she left again.
His mother left for work at 5:00 a.m. every morning and returned home around 5:00 p.m. For 30 minutes, she would listen to Edward’s stories about his day. They would eat something together, and then she would rush off to get to her second job on time. The boy knew his mother was doing everything in her power to make ends meet, and he knew what that cost her. He could see it in her exhausted eyes, in her slumped shoulders, even in her face when she tried to smile.
At 5:55, Edward got up from the kitchen table to open the apartment door for her. He was just in time to be able to watch her walk up the stairs to the front door. She looked especially tired today, and by her frown, he knew she was……Read Full Story Here……………..
