On Mother’s Day I would travel to Bakersfield to visit my mom and grandma, and I would always receive something from my stalker.
“Jasmine!” My sister was making her way into my mother’s house where we had been visiting during Mother’s Day weekend. “Jasmine, I found this wedged in between the windshield wipers of you car!” I took the envelope with my name written on it and proceeded to turn it over. “What is this?” “I don’t know. [...]