My Other Mother: Being Raised by “The Maid”

There’s a wall in our living room with pictures of my family. Once a day, I stop and silently address each of the them with love in my heart, using whatever words feel right at the moment. Then I close my eyes and bring Iola’s face to mind (I have no picture of her). I tell her how much I love her and thank her for being my mother.

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