So, I Was Made Anew

| This is the 418th story of Our Life Logs | What is a flower in the dark? It is nothing— But in the light It can be made new. -CW I was a Hispanic baby, born prematurely in Indiana in 1988 to a single mother and an absent father. I know she loved me, deep down, but she loved drugs more. When I was little, she … Continue reading So, I Was Made Anew

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