1997 - Mother's Day
I wished I was born to someone other than my mother.
My hands shook as I opened the box addressed to me in my mother’s handwriting. I had been putting it off for days since I needed to be in the right frame of mind for these distinctive care packages from home. Without the in person clues to gauge her mood, I never knew what to expect from her, and even with three hundred miles between us, she could rattl…