Betrayal- The Consequences and The True Definition of Love

As a young man I loved Easter, but probably not for normal reasons. I’m afraid my mom never really grew up. There was nothing she loved better than watching her kids hunt Easter eggs. This began to present a problem however as we grew older. The thought of running around carrying Easter baskets while mom was filming seemed a bit absurd at the age of 25. Mom, however, insisted it was a tradition and traditions should never be broken.

Thankfully the problem was solved by age 26 when mom ...