My Mother, My Friend.

Debbie Aruta
Nov 8 · 4 min read
Photo by Me, This is my family, my mother is the one in the middle.

My mom was a single mom from the time I was 6 months old. Her husband came back from serving in the Army overseas and would not work again. He was not hurt, he was lazy. He felt my mother needed to take care of him and me. She knew better and got a divorce. We soon moved into her parents house. Growing up with my Grandma and Grandpa I was well loved and looked after. My mom, my great granny,my grandparents and I under one roof. I thought life was…

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I enjoys capturing life with my camera and pen to create stories. https://spillwords.com/?s=Debbie+Aruta http://lifeofdebbieingeorgia.blogspot.com/

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