by Prodigal Mom | Mar 20, 2025 | Family, Love & Forgiveness, Pain, Prodigals
My baby is gone. My precious, cuddly, sapphire-blue-eyed daughter tossed me out like last week’s coffee grounds. Occasionally, I hear a snatch of news about Rita, like she was in the hospital. Whatever for? No idea. She has meticulously closed off every form of...
