...but this story from The Buffalo News may make you cry.
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<b>Some of my earliest memories include...</b>
Seeing my mother wash the outside of the windows in our third-floor apartment at 61 Larch St. in Pawtucket, Rhode Island, by sittin...
How touching. x
ReplyDeleteTouching, and sad.
ReplyDeleteShe lost her mother but gained a family! Sad and happy at the same time!
ReplyDeleteI read it all but can't help feeling sad that Jackie only got to meet her mother when she was in her coffin. It is almost impossible to imagine what it must be like to grow up without birth parents. Life is hard enough anyway.
ReplyDeleteDear readers (Elizabeth, Pat, Theanne, and Yorkie, someone is going to make a movie based on this story, I just know it.
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