My son brought him home as a present to me. Yes, weird. However, we were that kind of family. At least back then. My son, Schay was twelve and his current friend at that time was Ed. Also twelve.
I freely admit that I was a major contender for "The Worst Mother of the Year" (and then some) award. There was no such thing as discipline...I was much more concerned with being my son's friend and knowing that he liked/loved me. Not to mention wanting him to condone several types of substance abuse that I was maintaining.
Though I had some acquaintances (unsavory, drug related and dangerous), my son felt that I should have someone in my life who was caring, kind, fun and supportive to get me out of my downward spiral.
CZYTASZ
End of an Angel
Literatura FaktuSometimes people come into our lives and we have no idea who or what they are or the impact they'll have on us until they're gone. Really, really gone.
