The blog has been good to me. It made me realize that I raised myself. I learned a lot about myself. I learned about why I am so independent. I remembered in Amsterdam my aunt had made curtains, and sheets that were Bambi. I looked at them all night before I went to sleep. My mother went to work in the movie theater as an usherette, at my uncle's movie theater in hope that we could be the first to get tv in our block and family. Never mind that the broadcast were very limited. Everyone liked me at 4:45 P.M. on Saturdays. It was the only time there was children programming.
My dad took off for the Pais's as soon as he could. I, was left alone. I would draw the curtains, wet the soap and washcloth. Made sure the toothbrush was wet so I could watch TV in the evening. The neighbor upstairs was suppose to watch me. She once did and found me in bed. She never checked on me again.
At night I woud watch Perry Como. That was all there was on. I always made sure I was in bed before my dad came home.
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