My Mama Sara Bird

By Eugenia Crenshaw

The title for this book was inspired by the love and protection that mothers should give to their children. Like mama birds protect and teach their young, the human race should do so much more for their children. The love and protection of a family can last a lifetime. For Sarah, that love would be tried and tested through the years with a stepfather whose physical and emotional abuse of her beloved mother would bring them to the brink of hatred. She lived with a longing to be a little girl with a real father and a passion to read like most of her friends. You will see that the simple things in life are at times taken for granted, and the simple things should be remembered and cherished every day.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: May 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524608996

Eugenia Crenshaw

Eugenia G. Crenshaw is a graduate of Mercer University with a degree in social science. She is a firm believer of stories with a message that impact life for the better. She’s also a strong believer in education, self-help, and continuing education through reading and application. She enjoys writing short stories designed for people who love to read but lack the time for long novels. She truly believes the Bible passage “My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge.” Hosea 4:6

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Published by AuthorHouse 05/16/2016

ISBN: 978-1-5049-1405-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5246-0899-6 (e)

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Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

About the Author

To those who have been denied the freedom of learning

Dedicated to my mom... one of the strongest women I personally know, and my strongest supporter

To my parents...thank you for giving me and my siblings an awesome childhood!!! (we had fun)

To my sisters and brothers...thank you for putting up with my sometimes unusual ways

To Kenyatta baby girl Judd for the poem

To Dondra' Howard, thanks for helping with the logo designs so many years ago

The love and protection of a family can last a lifetime. For Sarah, her love would be tried and tested. She would suffer a stepfather whose physical and emotional abuse of her beloved mother would bring her to the edge. Sarah desired to attend school and to protect her mother, both of which were in the forefront of her thoughts. Take a short journey into betrayal, fear, and the spirit of letting go. You will find the simple things in life are very precious and forgiving is a simple decision.

More than thirty-six million adults in America struggle to read according to the National Coalition for Literacy. Please visit the National Coalition for Literacy website at national-coalition-literacy.org for more information.

Chapter 1

I just finished a double shift at the mill, and I attempted to hurry to the car. But I was just too tired to rush. I looked at my watch and realized that I had about an hour to make the thirty-mile drive home and see the children off to school. Then I'd get into bed for a few hours of sleep, fix dinner, and start all over again. I hadn't realized how truly tired I was until I was midway through the drive home. I began to relax, and the road seemed as if it was hypnotizing me into a soft, gentle sleep. When I got home, all five of the children were all dressed and ready for school. My two teenagers were fussing over the usual spot in the bathroom. My two oldest daughters were