I held up a beautifully embroidered quilt that had stitches that said I LOVE MY MOMMY. I asked the circle of 80 to 90-year-old residents if they wanted to share something very special about their mom.
Well, you know, my mother passed away. I am 87-years old now. As I think about my mama, I remember something that makes me smile inside and out. SHE LET ME COOK WITH HER.