The Signs of a Mother’s Love
My Mother died when I was a baby, so my earliest memory of Mother was actually my Grandmother because that’s where I was raised in my early years.
She had 13 children plus me, so she had a lot of experience at being a Mother.
At dinner, or supper (and even breakfast), we often had fried chicken and she always said the back and the neck were her favorite pieces.
I was a grown man before I understood the reason she ate the back and the neck was so she could leave the best pieces for us kids.
And as I think about it, she never liked pie either.