05/07/2025
"The Sign That Brought Me Home"
I barely remember my biological mother. I was just a little boy when she disappeared, leaving me with only a photo — a small, worn reminder and my only link to her and the life we might have had. It was creased from years of handling, the edges frayed, the colors faded. But there she was: young, smiling, standing in front of a gas station beneath a quirky old sign that read “Murphy’s Pump & Dine.” full story in comment
