Adoption Reunion Story

Chapter One

I was raised in a very religious home, by my mother.  She was a single parent long before single parenthood was common.  I grew up wishing I had a father, wondering what he looked like, and whether he ever thought about me.  My mother was a Seventhday Adventist.  This is a rather strict church group....they worship from Friday sunset until Saturday sunset.  Church services are held on Saturdays (the Sabbath).  Some of the (many) things frowned upon are dancing, makeup, playing cards, smoking, alcohol, coffee, tea, meat (many, though not all Adventists are vegetarians), soda, 'worldly' books, music, movies, much television, etc. etc.  

When I was very young, my mother worked as a housekeeper, but by the age of 43, she was unable to work, due to physical problems, and that's how we ended up living on welfare.

 I would not wish such a life on anyone!  Not only is the small amount of money never quite enough to last to the end of each month, but many of the social workers were downright nasty.  One took it upon herself to snoop in our cupboards.  Others were rude and 'high and mighty' as Mum called them.  

When I reached my teen years, I didn't get a part-time job, the way some of my friends did.....welfare workers deducted any monies earned from the meager bit they gave us, so there was no point to it. 

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Trish S. 2004