
My beautiful mom on her wedding day.
I grew up in a townhouse community with my Mom, older brother,older sister, me, and my little sister.
I knew when my dad walked out on my mom when I was 5 years old that we were what was considered "poor", but my mom never let us know it.
At 36 years old my Mom found herself a divorced, single mother of 4, trying to make ends meet. The phrase robbing Peter...