rest.
“That’s a Roma,” I told her. “They’re tough. They make the best sauce. They’re not the prettiest, but they’re resilient. They hold up under pressure.”
She looked at me and smiled. A real, genuine smile that reached her eyes.
“I think I like that one best,” she said.
Months turned into a year. The trust fund, now secure, was earmarked for her college continue reading …
