Letter To Mom

Dear Marcella Paulette Harris, aka Mom,

Where do I begin? I’m a decent writer, but there are not enough words to describe how I feel about you. I can try. I love your smile, and I get mine from yours. Your smile is worthy of hundreds of selfies like I have of myself. You’re the only woman I trust financially. I really appreciate you helping me to better understand how to handle my money. Thank you for letting me make my own decisions, yet giving me advice whenever I ask for it. Whether I want to admit it or not, you know me better than I do myself. Thanks for letting me do things for myself, such as cleaning; cooking washing clothes; and ironing. How many men in their 20s can say they’re able to do all that…decently. No matter how old I get I am always going to respect and honor you, not just because scripture says I should, but because I want to. I’m proud to be your son, and I’m proud to say you’re my mother. You’re amazing!

Love always,

Your son, David Anthony Harris

(Mom and Dad. The only current picture I have of Mom)

(Left to right: Mike(1st child); Chris(2nd Child); Mom; Christina(4th Child); David(3rd Child)