Beauty in the Struggle: The Silent Voice of a Widow

nvitation. My mom had called earlier; Larry, Jaiden, and my two brothers, Richard and Clinton would meet me at Red Dragon to catch a bite. When I got there, I saw my mom, and they had already made i

I was talking about Bo Hill. I asked him how he knew him, and Larry told us he worked with him at South

ked nervous and lost. I should have known that Joe Turley was a guy who worked at the feed store in town. I had gone to school with him. He was a few years older than me. My mom had spoken of him often. At this moment, I