The Mountains

My mom read a children’s book to me often when I was young entitled When I was Young in the Mountains. My mom could never finish this book without her voice choking up and small tears landing onto an illustration of two hillbilly children buying butter by the pound at a general store. I used to laugh at her: “Dad….!!!! Mom’s CRYING…hahahahahaha!!!” Then, some months ago, I came across that same book on my book shelve, and I burst into tears on the title page. My little sister, Haven laughed at me. I guess what comes around goes around.