I grew up in a very traditional family with a mom, dad, brother, sister and dog. My mom was the quintessential "June Cleaver" wife and mother. She was up before the paperboy making lunches and breakfast for the whole family and sending us off to work and school. I came home to a mixture of smells. Something in-between lemon-scented Pledge, Soft Scrub and pot roast. I love her and I'm so thankful for the time she sacrificed to be with us. But I couldn't help but notice that by high school, I was…
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Posted on February 22, 2009 at 3:35pm — 4 Comments