I had two mothers (I was adopted) and miss them both. But, the mother who adopted me had a dreadful temper and I was terrified of her.
Hence, I sought out my real mother when I was old enough and she was a lovely woman in spite of everything. We became great friends and I wish with all my heart that she was still here. But I am aware that I owe a great deal to my adoptive mother, and I do hope I wasn't too unkind to her during my unhappy teenage years when I found out the truth about my background. It's haunted me ever since.
Do you think you know when you are going to die?




relatives hey ...it's a complex business