In 1978, I was 5 yrs old. My mom was my hero. She was bold, smart, tough, and I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world! She was my idol and I worshipped her. She was a stay at home mom and she was my best friend. She'd play with me, help me,
console me, you name it.
One day, which I'll never forget, she pulled me and my brothers in for a family meeting and she said with a scared sad face (first time I ever saw that btw), that she was sorry, but that we didn't have enough food to eat until the end of the month, and
