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.
How scary for you. I would have been so upset.
ReplyDeleteThat was sad for you, if you didn't understand why!
ReplyDeleteOh, this was sad, the life of a child is so scary sometimes.
ReplyDeleteThis 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
Aw, sad story. Love your trike.
ReplyDeleteOMGoodnesss...Trauma!
ReplyDeleteVery frightening for a young girl. In those days they never tried to explain anything to kids unlike nowadays.
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