Thoughts turn to my birth parents (circa 1942).
My birth father, who died in the 70's, after their 30th anniversary.
My birth mother; still living, age 85.
My birth mother shortly after I was born. It didn't take her long to regain her girlish figure, I see. At 17, I suppose it wouldn't.
My birth mother as a baby. Lord only knows why she was sitting on a bench in a junk yard. Her mother died when she was 22 months old. I don't know exactly how old she was here, but she and I shared baldness in our first two years. By the age of three, my hair was only about 4" long, but it was in ringlets, so it looked even shorter.
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