Winfrey Stories

I often was thinking about slowly sinking as I became older and weak. I always was wary that old age was scary because I would mumble and leak. I’d sit and I’d cry feeling that I would die and that no one was there who would care. I’d groan and I’d sigh when in my poor mind’s eye I’d be found in my stained underwear. The years they did pass and I got real bad gas and my end time would slowly grow closer. I lost all my hai...