Published on Wednesday, January 9, 2013 by Katherine
“IS NOTHING IN THIS HOUSE MY OWN?!”
I always rolled my eyes when I heard my mom say that. I mean, please. She had the whole house to call her own… whatever did she mean?
Now? I KNOW.
I find my things on the floor of rooms throughout the house. My favorite dishes broken. When I sit down with a special treat to eat, it is eyed so longingly I simply pa...