Freedom Come Movement

My earliest memory of my mother was riding with her in the back of a wagon with my siblings. I was always in awe of my mother’s beauty, even at a very young age. She had beautiful black curly hair and she has shape to die for. She was tall with long legs and hourglass figure. When I was little, we would go to the store. Men would stop and stared. My mother would walked with her head up high. She was a strong, confident, and beautful woman. I felt my beauty like my mother and I said go BEAUTFUL MOTHER! My mother had a beautful spirit. She was alway praying for people and involved in our church. My mother was a great storyteller too. She would keep us up late some nights telling story. She would tell stories about her childhood. Stories that were passed down from generations. I now pass those same stories to my children. Mother thank you for making me have wonderful Mother’s day.