This picture brings back memories. A memory that took place in 1971. We were living in Fresno on a street called Normal. Our lives were far from normal at the time. Every morning I made Jeannette some oatmeal and fed it to her as Diana stood by anxiously waiting for me to let her feed her baby sister. The house we lived in was cozy and I had made it into a loving home for my children. Everything changed when my husband, the father of my children, would arrive home from work. He was always in a bad mood and yelling at all of us. I really do not remember one single day that he would walk in from work and give me a hug and kiss the children. No, not never. I wonder if he ever regrets being that kind of husband and father.
People change within time for the better. Some never do. They either stay the same or worse.
I am glad I have my family and I love them with all my heart. They mean more to me than anything in this world. I know one day I will see my Jeannette again.
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