OK, to be honest, Helen does not have the same birthday as me. Her son does though, but as 90% of the time I cannot remember his name, I will substitute his mother.
I first met Helen when I was sixteen, when I had my first job ever, working at the library. She would come in with her two children- one about twelve who shared the same birthday as me, and one beautiful little four year old girl.
Helen had recently been widowed, and as I came to know her better over the next couple of years, I admired how well she raised her children on her own, and started her own business by herself. She has a lot of courage and strength that I don't think I have and sincerely never want to find out if I do.
Plus she has awesomely long hair. It is really thick and goes past her waist.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
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