Light in a Mud Hut

Sent away at seven days old, I grew up in a mud-brick house at my maternal grandmother's home. Dirt roads, smoke from burning straw, a water jar frozen solid, and my grandfather's dry tobacco pipe. I had no parents, yet I was wrapped in the gentlest love in the world. A true autobiography, written for everyone whom the passing years have treated with tenderness.

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