Reblogging and updating and older post
Please excuse the offensive word used in context in this story.
Rosie was beautiful, the first black woman I ever knew. She tolerated me stroking her creamy, caramel-colored legs as she washed dishes or ironed. Her crisply starched cotton housedresses smelled just like sunshine. Normally, I trailed my mother, but on the days Rosie was there, she couldn’t stop suddenly without my bumping her. Rosie ate standing
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