Author: Claudia Wilson
I was 10 years old then, my older brother was 12. He played in the yard all day. We didn’
-“This is not my child, he doesn’t look like me at all,” Frank shouted. -How can you
This is a story about me. I was already 26 years old then. I wanted a child for a long time, but I could
I grew up in a large family: two sons, two daughters. I am the firstborn of our family. I do not remember
My mother and father had an unclear relationship. Mom loved her husband with all her soul. Father was
My childhood was sad. At first we lived four of us: Me, my mother, my father and my younger brother.
We got married as students, in love with each other. We did not even have money to buy a bouquet, the
When my grandmother realized the weight of her daughter, my mother, without a husband, she was furious.
My mother thought about having children a little later than others. Only at 35 she gave birth to her
My daughter recently started crawling. Now when I leave the room or go out, she follows me and asks to