My mother is turning to wood, a skinny birch. My father\u2019s body is ashes. My mother bought him shirts for 65 years. She cries now and says she should have made him lamb shanks and tapioca pudding.
My mother is turning to wood, a skinny birch. My father\u2019s body is ashes. My mother bought him shirts for 65 years. She cries now and says she should have made him lamb shanks and tapioca pudding.