A Life. A Vote.
Here I stand, 103 years old, withered and grey-haired, with sunken cheeks, blotches, and sunspots, holding a cane to help me walk and wearing thick glasses to help me see. But here I stand in line to vote. I wish Mama and Daddy were here to see this.
My daddy was an unusually tall and muscular man. He stood about 6'7." Though his best feature came in the form of a grin as wide as the Mississippi River. Everyone loved that smile. For his size and strength, Daddy was a gentle man who spoke in a calm voice, slowly but not timidly. And his warm hugs put the toughest of grown men at ease.
Mama couldn't have been more opposite. She stood a proud 5'1" and was feisty in demeanor and fast in speech. She had a tongue that would make a sailor blush and a