It reminded of a story I wrote in my book . What is so odd is that 1 of the stories was based on a true family's life. I changed the names, & streets, afraid to shame them. I did not want to lose the friendship we had for over 50 years.

Two years after my book was published, I confessed to my friend that I wrote her story. The craziest thing happened! She gave each of her 3 daughters a copy of the book.

The whole family opened up, (3 generations), and begin loving and appreciating their family... for the first time. They thanked me.

What a happy ending.