The Remembrance ProjectMain MenuHannah Chapman Tripp01111dbea35e71b8ed66da5dc9acf615b2f41e03Gilbert Borrego86338e624720b29eabebdb422c586d4de553bb47
My mother, Rose
1media/Mom_young_thumb.jpg2020-10-14T10:18:36-07:00Gilbert Borrego86338e624720b29eabebdb422c586d4de553bb47377263My mother, Rose, when she was ten? Eleven? Halfway through a childhood spent in foster homes, before she found out her mom was alive and living in an institution; before leaving school after the 8th grade so she could work; and before settling in with the aunt and uncle who would treat her as their own. I wish I could say that the rest of her life was easier, but she did come through it all with her faith and sense of humor intact. We miss her every day.plain2020-10-14T10:19:34-07:00Gilbert Borrego86338e624720b29eabebdb422c586d4de553bb47
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