Lute Cemetery Rd.

This is the trailer that I grew up in. We moved onto the side of this mountain shortly after the death of my older brother. I grew up poor, but my mother always kept us warm, clothed, as much food on the table as she could, & I never remember losing light or water. I moved out at 17 yrs. old, back into the same apartment complex that my brother died in. I moved from state to state, city to city, always searching for something. I didn't know what it was that I was looking for, but I kept on looking. It wasn't until I moved back into the area 20 yrs. later with 3 daughters of my own, that I realized what I've needed & had been looking for, was right there the whole time. I love you, mom.