I hope it's ok to post again. I remember getting a bit annoyed at my mom on Sundays, she'd ask me to get her earrings and necklaces from upstairs before church, I made multiple trips up and down the stairs. Now, looking back, I see it differently than being cinderalla asked to do this or that. She actually thought I knew what looked good. She'd say what about these earrings with this necklace, I'd say no I think they don't go together. Finally when we were both satisfied it was time to get her rollers out of her hair. She'd fill up the car with hairspray and make her hands look white with paquin hand cream, wipe spots of my face with her spit and her kleenex. I'm actually wanting to cry. I'd give anything to go back and do this, appreciate my mom and her struggles at trying to look ''good enough for church''.. She'd need help with doing up her necklace, and now I see why, I'm losing my eyesight, she'd want me to thread a needle, I get it now. I'd like one day with my mom to tell her thank you for everything, and talk a bit, and one day with my dad to say thank you for working so hard and keeping the peace in the family, I appreciate everything you sacrificed to keep us from being too hungry or too cold. They didn't get along, even at the end, but they prayed and disciplined us, and I believe they did the right things in almost all times.