Getting Rid Of The “Yuckies”
I was straightening up the linen closet and found a baby blanket that my mom had given to me years ago. It’s a blanket that my twin brother and I had in London, UK where we were born. I teared up as I unfolded it, and let a few more tears fall as I thought of dad, who probably held Robert (everyone else calls him Bob) in it. Funny, how emotions get stirred up by such simple, little things. Call me sentimental, yes I cry at movies too. But...
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