Home again with ramps
I’m sitting in my van outside my mom and stepdad’s house. The home I grew up in but haven’t entered in close to a year. I became unable to navigate the deck steps to get inside. Between those steps and the leaves I can’t even imagine how slippery it is besides difficult. Today I’m here because they are installing a ramp for me through another entrance in the house. Just in time for Thanksgiving. This will be the first time…
