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Tuesday, April 5, 2016

That’s When I Knew I Was Never Going Home

When I was five my mother developed phlebitis. She was in the hospital for an extended period of time. Such a long time in fact they sent me to stay with family friends. Not MY friends mind you, but friends of my parents. I knew OF them but wasn’t particularly close with them.
I didn’t want to go. I couldn’t understand why I had to be shipped off. I don’t think they sent BigBrother away so why did I have to go?
Nevertheless, they loaded my things into the back of their friend’s station wagon. 
When I saw them put my tricycle in I knew I was never going home.



….to be continued.

6 comments:

  1. How scary for you. I would have been so upset.

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  2. That was sad for you, if you didn't understand why!

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  3. Oh, this was sad, the life of a child is so scary sometimes.

    This made me think about my mother, who was sent twice as a war child to Sweden during world war 2. She was about same age as you in this text.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnish_war_children

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  4. Aw, sad story. Love your trike.

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  5. Very frightening for a young girl. In those days they never tried to explain anything to kids unlike nowadays.

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