Then my mother was taken ill and died and my father took me to St. Mary's.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Three days after my brother died, my father was in the hospital. He just did not want to live anymore. Before, he was fighting and loving life.
My father and my mother separated when I was two.
In the seventeenth year of my age my mother died.
I lost my mother when I was very young, and my father when I was in college.
I always went to my sister, because she was older and had the care of me after my mother died.
When my mother died, I fell apart. My father wanted to control me. As a consequence, I ran away to America.
My mother left my father in their late 60s.
My mother was the center of the family.
Later, my father died up in Marysville. So, my mother and I got in the car and came down to Hollywood.
My father was gone when I was three years old.