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I was the third daughter in a family that treasured sons. Just after the birth of my first brother, I was around 4 yrs old, my father was detailed to take me to nursery school . He let me out of the car. He said Goodbye and went on to work. I went to the building and down the steps. The door was locked and there were no lights on. No one was in the building. I did not know what to do. So, I sat down to think. My father had dropped me off and said goodbye. He did not mention seeing me later or anything. It was very unusual for him to take me anywhere. So, maybe he had decided to give me away. I knew I was miles from my parents’ house.I was all the way across town. So, maybe the point was that I should go away. After all, a new baby had been born and it had been a boy. They no longer needed three girls. I don’t know how long I wandered around the neighborhood. I do know that I was hungry and peed in my pants because I had no where to go.

The next recollection I have is being in a police car, being very proud that I knew my name and home address. But, when the police drove me up to the house, my Mother came storming out, the new baby in her arms and she was mad. She jerked me out of the car and practically threw me into the house. I knew I had made a huge mistake being brought back. No one talked to me for the longest time that day. I was in my room, alone for most of it. My oldest sister came home from school and raced upstairs to find out about me. Her refrain that day was: why didn’t you stay lost. You shouldn’t have come back.

For the next 50+ years I lived on the assumption that I wasn’t wanted in my family of origin, that I had no place. After all, no one said they were sorry I had been lost or had wandered around a strange part of town for hours. In fact, no one ever talked to me about it- ever. I did try to review the incident in therapy, but it is one of those painful, defining moments that don’t always get completely worked through.

My kids each know they are/ were wanted, treasured and cherished. It was all i could do to make sure the sense of loneliness and uselessness was not passed on to another generation. That I did have control over.