I got a phone call from my brother today. He is a preacher and lives in Dallas and had been in town to preach a funeral for for a high school classmate here in Houston. He didn’t have time to stop and see me so he called on his way home. I am pretty used to him being in s hurry and not getting time to see me. But it is what he wanted to talk about was the girl who had died that surprised me. He started by saying she had a very hard life and had written a book about her childhood. Then he said it, for the first time in my life he said I thought of you as I read it and how bad mom treated you. I never knew he was aware or knew the difference in the way she treated us. I was shocked he he was admitting to it at all. My mom had a beauty shop and one day as I was in the front in the reception room, and heard a woman say well Ava is your step daughter right? Mom said no and thought it was funny. I remember her saying in the shop how when she almost died once that she knew the good Lord spared her so her son could be a preacher. It was so validating to hear him acknowledge my pain finally. So, I guess I should be healed now huh!