{"id":15501,"date":"2026-03-10T11:45:39","date_gmt":"2026-03-10T11:45:39","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gpbookstore.org\/articles\/uncategorized\/moms-last-promise\/"},"modified":"2026-04-10T05:59:38","modified_gmt":"2026-04-10T05:59:38","slug":"moms-last-promise","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gpbookstore.org\/articles\/angels-and-miracles\/miracles\/gods-grace\/moms-last-promise\/","title":{"rendered":"Mom\u2019s Last Promise"},"content":{"rendered":"

I stared up at the ceiling from my rock-hard bed in the hospital maternity ward. Two hours earlier, I\u2019d given birth to Markeise, my beautiful baby boy. I should\u2019ve felt elated. And yet, something\u2014someone\u2014was missing. Minnie, my mom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n
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For as long as I could remember, I\u2019d called her by her first name. Minnie had me when she was only a teen, and we were close enough in age that we acted more like best friends than mother and daughter\u2014\u201cthick as thieves,\u201d my grandmother often said. Even after I got married, we talked on the phone every day, went shoe shopping on the weekends, cracked up over the same jokes.<\/p>\n

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