The Color of Love
2 min readMay 8, 2021
Mom didn’t share all of her world with me, but she did share this. Maybe because she had no one else to tell; maybe she because she thought I needed to hear.
I’ve told myself this story a hundred times, yet like a stone smoothed over by a rolling river, time’s robbed my memory of certain specifics. So excuse any embellishments, but know the feelings are accurate.