December 5th, 2010

December 5th, 2010

She was a thin old lady. She wore very thick opaque stockings and black moccasin shoes. When I hugged her, I was afraid she’d break. But she never did. She was stronger than anybody thought. Her little face was wrinkled up and she almost never smiled. She had very little to smile about. Her life was spent getting very early to go to work in the factory near her home, then coming back to take care of her husband and their dog. She was feisty and she didn’t give up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

December 5th, 2010

She was a thin old lady. She wore very thick opaque stockings and black moccasin shoes. When I hugged her, I was afraid she’d break. But she never did. She was stronger than anybody thought. Her little face was wrinkled up and she almost never smiled. She had very little to smile about. Her life was spent getting very early to go to work in the factory near her home, then coming back to take care of her husband and their dog. She was feisty and she didn’t give up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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