There is a place where I go to find comfort in times of happiness and of sorrow. The stone pillar I now lean upon is the very same pillar where I was found years ago by the man and woman I have grown to call my parents.I have been thinking much about too much, I believe. My mind has been terribly troubled by things that really should not matter. The troubles, my dear friends, stem from that which has been a mystery to my family for years, and that is the origin of my birth parents.
Oh do not think terribly of me! I love the ones whom I call mama et papa! They are mon ancre, my anchor and stronghold of my life. But how can I know who I truly am without knowing where my origins lie? I do not wish to hurt mama with these questions, for fear of breaking her poor heart! What shall I do?
Pouvez-vous m'aider, s'il vous plaît?
My dearest Desiree, you have a family who loves you what more can you ask of them? They may not be your birth parents but try and see that it is not important. I cannot stand to be around my child, but that does not mean I do not love it all the same.
ReplyDeletePlease remember that you are not alone like you once were when sitting by that pillar, but you were found and given a family to care for you.
--Jane
Desi, you have us three gals. Well, maybe Jane is confined to her room, but we're also you're family.
ReplyDelete-Marion.
Mes amis, I do not know how to thank you for your love and support. I think I can calm my troubled mind now thanks to your kind words.
ReplyDelete-Desi