“Did y’all hear about the 6-year-old boy who got kidnapped from Kroger this morning?” It was the first thing I heard from my mother when I stumbled into the kitchen in a grump for my orange juice after I took my sister to school on that tragic day.
“Did y’all hear about the 6-year-old boy who got kidnapped from Kroger this morning?” It was the first thing I heard from my mother when I stumbled into the kitchen in a grump for my orange juice after I took my sister to school on that tragic day.
