My Evil Step-Mother Became One of My Favorite People
I thought she was a step-monster until I became a mom myself
When I was six, my dad asked me what I wanted for my birthday. “A house of our own,” I told him.
Even though I loved living with my grandfather and my single-father dad needed the help, I dreamed of living in a two-story house with a gabled roof and big porch. My mom wasn’t fully in the…