Kaylene
Sitting in my new garden, Chase, Nana, and the therapist prepared ourselves for the first segment of our joint therapy. Chase was here for mental support, and I couldn’t have been happier. I had no idea what was going to come up and where this would lead us.
Nana was still dealing with her own therapy and trying to process things the best she could. We knew we wouldn’t get every detail or background story today, but we wanted to try to start somewhere. Her words were a little shaky and her thought process was choppy but she got through where she could and for that I was grateful.
“We met in junior high after your grandmother, Fefe moved David and her from the Caribbean. Fefe was working for the Smiths as their live-in maid at that time. In the little world of ours with familie
