My Holy Trinity

Bismillah.

Two Michellas and a Ramona…

1920, 1939, 1956.

Your prayers are the reason I’m able to exist.

Muz’s strict guidance kept me out of the mix.

Something in the way my Mommy penned her letters made the words stick.

And nobody could offer a softer hello than Mom Mitch.

That’s all.

That’s it.

My girls!

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