Meagan Reynolds has not received any gifts yet
Going to the grocery store with mother always used to be a dreded chore. But this last time, I'm thanking all that I have that I did. Having to grab a stupid carton of milk or a stupid block of cheese. Reaching around a man for spagetti, her arm is clutched. The man slowly rose her arm up to his mouth. Instinct told me to shrug it off, but I'm not that kind of girl. Hurling across the air a heavy jar of applesauce delivers a killing blow to the head. The man, easily decapitated stumbles on the floor and my mother's arm is released.