AS I SIT AT THE KITCHEN TABLE WITH MY MOTHER AS WE SHARE A CUP OF COFFEE TOGETHER,I LISTEN TO MY MOTHER TELL ME HER

STORIES OF YESTER YEAR.

I LOVE TO HEAR ABOUT HOW SHE GROW UP AND ABOUT HOW THING'S WHERE WAY BACK THEN AND WHEN MY MOTHER WAS

COMING UP.

AS SHE SPEAKS IN A SOFT AND GENTLE VOICE I CAN ALMOST

IMAGINE THAT I WAS THERE TOO.

I CAN SEE MY MOTHER IN THE COTTON FIELDS PICKING COTTON.

I CAN SEE HER TAKING CARE OF HER GRANDMOTHER SO HER

AND MY AUNT CAN HAVE A PLACE TO STAY EVEN THOUGH SHE

WAS JUST A CHILD.

AS MY MOTHER TELLS ME THE STORY OF HER UNHAPPY CHILDHOOD,I AM SO PROUD TO BE HER DAUGHTER AS

WELL AS HER FRIEND.