I was just a teenager watching my mother grow weak. And when she was gone, my father was not the type to take over her caring spirit. He was

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It would take about two days to reach my mother, a small sacrifice for being there in her time of need.

But it is also known for being smack in the middle of the Bible Belt, where children say “yes, ma’am,” and “no, sir,”...