Her Name was Regina, and Chaos Followed With Her
“Mama? What’s a swear?” I was driving when Regina asked that question, I looked over at Annie and smiled. Annie smiled back, and carefully framed her words before answering, “Well Sweetie. A swear can be a couple of things. It can be a bad word, a grown-up word, a word you should not say. Or it can be a promise. Like swear on a stack of Bibles; or swearing your Love to another.” “Hmm.” This was followed by silence. Annie…