amazing mom
you will have read about my mom and me in my last story, about how we walked around the park, and the things we talked about, but we were now back at home, the useless bastard I called dad, who was actually my step dad, was guzzling down cans of beer my mother was supplying him from the fridge, he didn't even have to open them, every time she got one, she sprung the little tab on the top to pop it open for him, and as she handed the can to him, she looked over at me and winked, and she had a...