We met somewhere in Demotte. My mom was walking by herself to a restaurant or a grocery store. I decided to stop her because she looked familiar. We stopped to talk about everything we could to get to know each other.
The first thing I would do is explain who I was. I imagine she probably wouldn’t tell me much if she didn’t know who I was. I would tell her that I’m her future daughter. I would tell her my name, age, and all about me so she could understand what