Having a baby sister was like having a life-sized doll. I was living with my mother when Celeste was born. A few months later we went to stay with my grandparents. It was one of the happiest times of my childhood. But within the year, her father came and took her away. It would be 50 years before we would see each other again.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Celeste
Having a baby sister was like having a life-sized doll. I was living with my mother when Celeste was born. A few months later we went to stay with my grandparents. It was one of the happiest times of my childhood. But within the year, her father came and took her away. It would be 50 years before we would see each other again.
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This is the most heartbreaking story. A beautiful picture too. Sometimes all we get are pictures.
Thank you. I agonize over these little stories, trying to get it right. It helps, gives me clarity, to know you are probably going to read it.
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