Actually, my mother and Alfie came for three weeks' Christmas vacation and stayed for 21 years. I guess my mother never went back because she was lonely.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Even when my parents were together, they both had to travel and work, and it wasn't like they had nine-to-five jobs. In that way, it wasn't a normal family life.
A lot of people think I grew up with just my brother and me, but mom was there even when she wasn't. We had a good household.
I had time with my mother, but I really lived with my father. One time he gave all his salary so I could travel to a training camp. He couldn't pay the rent, but he did that.
Well, I was about six or seven, and my mother and father separated.
I always went to my sister, because she was older and had the care of me after my mother died.
My mom, you know, took off when I was about 6. What ended up happening is I ended up being with my grandparents.
I miss both of my parents terribly every day, but especially as we approach Thanksgiving. We always came together as a family for that holiday, playing capture the flag and touch football and laughing a lot.
The best holiday I ever had was the first one I went on without my parents, when I was 17.
My mother always thought if her mother hadn't left her, she would have been happy. All the problems she had never would have happened.
So when I was 13, I basically left home and never returned and lived at home again. I would come home for a week at Christmas and two weeks in the summer only.