Tag Archives: Memories of His Mother’s Ways
You Couldn’t Tell that the Red Bottle with Its Contents of Loofah Lotion
Recollections, on how he grew up, translated… On the corner of the first floor was a bottle of loofah lotion from a friend awhile ago. In my memories, the last time that loofah lotion showed up at our home, it … Continue reading
Life, the Obstacle Course 