The moments that make us
Never the ones that we would choose, are they?
There are moments that grow us into being what we are.
They’re usually super painful. Terrible, awful. Wouldn’t pick them in a million years.
What are your moments? I can tell you some of mine.
Watching my mom die.
It’s hard to talk about it, still.
She had aged twenty years in her last month. Her skin became yellow. Her mouth was taut, dry. She couldn’t fo…