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.

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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