netherworld
"Your mother has never sat on a bar stool in her life," my father told me, and I replied, "Your mother has, and next to me."
"Your mother has never sat on a bar stool in her life," my father told me, and I replied, "Your mother has, and next to me."
Grandma hasn't been the same since she flipped her SUV into that ravine.
For three long, dreadful years of my life I lived with her, I breathed in her foul smelling second hand smoke every single day, and as she died many years later, I sat there wishing I could breathe it again just one last time.