Question from Donna

Oh Ro. I can’t get these kids off my mind. Mine r grown, but I remember holding them, soothing their tears, mending their owies. Gazing into the eyes of my baby as I nursed. Falling asleep next to them. Smelling that scent that is beyond sweet. Those parents that r separated, lying alone at night, praying, despairing. And what does he do. Golf.