I’m doing some much needed renovations on a place over the summer. The stains, damage and general degradation leads me to believe it’s seen way better days, but when I found this writing hidden away on an upper corner near a bedroom closet, the thought crossed my mind that it may have seen worse as well…

“My Mom Is Torcher For Me.”

Then again, whether we struggle to spell it or not, haven’t we all felt it sometime?

Ha! Za-zing, Mom!