Helen Webster is a Fly Girl
As I rang the doorbell, the door opened and I was greeted by one of Helen Webster's sons. I walked inside of the of the 3 story house filled with pictures of her family, and different gifts that were made or bought for her, hanging on the walls. As I put my things down, there sat a small woman in her black, four wheel, walker-wheelchair. I was greeted by a smile and a joyous voice saying, "Hey baby, come on in". Sitting in front of my face was a woman who is the definition of