NaBloPoMo: Home
When was the first time that you realized that your home was not like other people’s homes? Growing up my mother stayed home and my father worked long hours. I believe that the area in which we grew up had many families who were similar in this regard. In terms of every day living, I think it was visiting my friend’s home who had a single mother raising her that I realized that not all families were the same. They lived in a basement apartment whereas we had a house. I had two brothers and two parents. Her mother ended
