It seems like just yesterday I was driving my mom to the hairdresser or out to go shopping. She would always sit in the passenger seat, fidgeting with this purse.
She would constantly open it up and take everything out to see what was inside. For a long time, my mom carried this rolled up piece of newspaper in her purse.
The story was about a boy with a disability going to school or something along those lines. She swore she knew this boy and his family.Read more on themighty.com