Thoughts and Promises for Single Mothers

My workday began like any other: nonstop calls, deadlines to be met, and constant demands. As I was drowning in all my paperwork, my cell phone rang; it was my son. I immediately thought to ignore the call, assuming it was something trivial, but instead, gave in and answered. Nothing in a million years could have prepared me for the things that would transpire in those short minutes. I could hear my oldest son's voice shaking and begging me to come home, all the while my daughter screaming ...