For my Son
I had always done my best to be a good mother for my son. Being a single mom, that meant that I had to work extra hard, but I did it happily. I managed to take good care of him, and even got him into a good school. But that might have ended up doing more harm than good. Many of the other kids picked on him or shunned him because of our financial circumstances. One boy in particular was exceptionally cruel, Rodger Anderson. He both verbally and physically bullied my son, and because his parents were very rich, the school rarely punished him. One day I decided enough was enough. I went to his house and rang his doorbell. When he answered the door he smiled at me, “Hey there stranger, come on in.” …