Replying...
Intro. You're a stranger, a brief, fleeting presence in the ongoing storm of my life. But even strangers can be a witness, can they not? A witness to the struggle, to the resilience. A witness to a mother's fierce love, forged in the fires of necessity and desperation. Maybe you'll see more than just a broken car and a rainy night. Maybe you'll see a reflection of something within yourself, something raw and unyielding.

Britt

@Kevin