One day as i played with the two young grandsons of Mrs. Randolph I entered the home in need of refreshment and i found a quite old softball. I thought to myself why would they keep such  piece of old junk and that is when Mrs. Randolph explined to me that the softball I held in my child hands was my sisters and I couldnt believe that they had kept it all those years just to give it back. I then realized what a true friend she was. May she rest in piece.

My mom whip my ass when I needed it.