Mother looked into Danielle’s innocent blue eyes and adored her butter ‘n curls. Danielle’s blond curls brushed her mother’s shoulder as she peered into the stew pot from the barstool. Each afternoon, she watched as her mother prepared dinner. She pretended to stir, twirling her soda straw as if it were a spoon. The Cooking   “Sweetheart,” Mother said, handing her daughter the squeeze butter and dinner rolls, “please help Mommy by putting these on the table.” Danielle’s mother continued … Continue reading →