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!
(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)