“You’re the man my mom cries about.” Seven words from a little girl at a Christmas market that stopped time. When I looked up and saw her mother, every memory I’d spent years trying to forget came rushing back in an instant.
I went home for Christmas expecting small talk and cheap hot chocolate. Little did I know that a stranger’s kid pointing at me would blow my past wide open. I’m …
“You’re the man my mom cries about.” Seven words from a little girl at a Christmas market that stopped time. When I looked up and saw her mother, every memory I’d spent years trying to forget came rushing back in an instant. Read More