Cannot imagine how it must feel for your child to be taken and never know if he's alive or dead, happy or frightened and sad.
I know some may say mothers forced by circumstances to give up their babies for adoption suffered a similar fate and I am aware of that which is why I have always believed they had a right to know their children were at least well and happy.
Hi Maggie neither can I. The sheer thought of it makes my heart sink....
I've just been reading a true life story about a little girl who's mother died. The girl was 12 and had to look after her 3 younger brothers and a baby sister. Their father was right B******d
When her mother died in the front room, he made his little girl kiss her on her mouth and it frightened her to death. He used to wake her up in the night and accuse her of murdering her mother, he shine a torch in her face and drag her out of bed by the hair, along the corridor and into the kitchen, where he would beat her.....while in a drunken temper. On the Christmas Eve, he gave his children 15 shillings to go shopping for Christmas. They bought a tree and some trimmings and gifts for their father and each other. The little girl did all the hard work, to the shops, take the baby to nursery, bath the children, fetch the coal and take the laundry.....He even made he have her cat put down, but she let it escape, but it came home, so he beat her and slashed her fingers with a knife....he was a cruel sod. Anyway, back to Christmas eve, he came home drunk and again he fetched her out of bed and bust her nose open, blacked her eyes, kicked her in the back.....she could not move till after the 1st week in January and he even put her presents in the coal shed so she could not have them....
Eventually, a social worker must have found out about the cruelty and when the little girl came home with the baby all the suitcases were packed....The SW told her that the 3 boys were going away for a while and the baby was going somewhere else....The little girl wondered what was to become of her whilst her nasty father was ill.......She kissed the boys bye bye and then kissed the baby and they rubbed noses and away she went.....Then suddenly the girl realised they were not coming back and she ran after the baby but they had gone....she ran and ran and screamed after her little sister.....
Sad to say she spent the next 4 years in care and at 16 she married and had 3 children, but the marriage failed and she found herself homeless. But, a stroke of luck happened and she met and married an architect and now lives in Scotland.....She wrote a sequel to the book I have read this week....but tonight I found this....and It made me cry....and realise how lucky I am....Its a really sad story.
http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/author-pleads-burglar-return-locket-2021801
