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The Freedom of Forgiveness

trucks I told the salesman that I needed to go, and that I would be back with my mom to look again. So I left the car lot and headed home, only to remember that I had a doctor’s appointment. I rushed home to change clothes for my appointment. When I arrived home, my mom was up to her normal things, fiddling around the house. I asked her if she had seen my younger brother, and she told me that he had just left, and that I had just missed him.

“Did you give him money?” I asked her with an attitude.

And my mother gave me her classic response: “Mind your own business; he’s my child!” and walked away. My stop at the car dealership had made me miss my brother’s visit. No doubt, I thought, he had come by with some of his friends to get money from my mother. I would later find out that his visit to the house had ended in a heated argument between him and my mother, but that didn’t mean she would entertain me