When Lola was young, after the passing of her father
A lanky teenager was walking along a dirt road, and on her back was an old backpack. Her clothes were a bit loose on her as she was tall. Lola didn’t fit clothes her age it seemed, as she needed clothes taller than her age. She walked with speed towards her house, then she sprung up the steps and opened the door with vigor. She tossed off her shoes and dropped her backpack by the door. She did the same with the stairs inside, she took long strides making two steps at a time. She slowed her steps as she walked up to a door, she gently pushed the door open and tiptoed in. By a bed was a small table with many pill bottles, in the bed was a frail woman, pale and weak looking. Lola went to the bed, sat down, and stroked the lady over her che
