I became a mother when I was barely 22 years old. I’ve been raising small humans for the past 14+ years. My son is now taller than me, and a very athletic, lovely young man. My eldest daughter is a delightful, motivated young lady. The youngest, my peanut, is growing up to be a very sassy young lady.
I’m 36. I’ve spent my entire life working in restaurants. Now, I need to find a new path. A girl can’t run food with a gimpy leg and a broken arm.
This is the tale of my search for a new start.