Heritage...

Well, fans, more of my dear mother's life story. When she was five years old, her skin began to peel right off. She wouldn't feel pain, when she'd just peel away. The doctor my her mom took her to said she should take her home and feed her what she liked, because, in his opinion, she wasn't going to live too long. So, my grandmother, sadly took her home. Well, one morning, she didn't seem to be breathing and my grandparents prepared her. In those days, you'd put the "body" on the kitchen table, placed a candle at each end and watch over it that night. The neighbors came to pay their respects and as night came my mother sat up and said, "I'm hungry". No one knew what brought her back and what had caused the skin coming off. Her parents were just glad she was still with them. Mom became a smoker at the age of thirteen, no thanks to her male siblings. It became very bad, in her thirties and in her late sixties, she felt it was over-powering her health. She and I'm very proud to say it, quit all on her own. I'm sure it wasn't easy but she did it! It's weird to me how though there was always cigarette smoke around my sister and myself, we never became smokers. Fans, I need to come back to this. To be continued.