When I was a little child, I remember seeing my mother, whom I loved dearly, shaking hands with a man who was covered in tattoos. I noticed her take money out of her hand and when she returned to the vehicle, she had a little baggy. I didn’t know what it was at the time, but I understand it all too well now. I once walked in on her taking four of those little white pills. I asked, “Mommy, what is wrong? You look sad.” She told, “This world is a sad place, babydoll, and I am just trying my best to make sure you […]