Brittany Woodsworth
The front door opened the second I put my car in park. I feel like moms have a radar for when one of their offspring is nearby. The special thing about my relationship with my mom is, we’re more sister-sister than mother-daughter––it’s one of the perks of having a child when you’re still too young to legally drink.
I never had the time to make friends, but my mom is my best friend. We tell each other everything, we steal each other’s clothes, and even though I know my dad was terrible to us, she never says a bad word about him. Ever.
She worked two jobs to keep us housed and fed. Now that she doesn’t have to worry about money, she volunteers at the homeless shelter and reads books to the elderly at the local nursing home.
She’s just an incredibly decent human being.
