At 4:30 in the morning; looking across my desk I see a mother and father, a smiling baby in a lace dress held upright by a lace pillow and a a second grader with bangs and no smile.
In my memory I see a wife and mother, a battered woman, a waitress, a baker, a cook; a college graduate.
In my heart I see a grandmother full of love, kindness, and hope for the future.
In reality, I see nothing.
