My father went into the armed service and I never saw my mother - I don't know what happened to her.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My father and brothers were in the military.
I lost my mother when I was very young, and my father when I was in college.
I barely saw my mother, and the mom I saw was often angry and unhappy. The mother I grew up with is not the mother I know now. It's not the mother she became after my father died, and that's been the greatest prize of my life.
I miss my mother very, very much.
My mother left my father in their late 60s.
My father came by himself across the North Korean border when he was seventeen. And hasn't seen his brothers or sisters or parents since then. And he died some time ago, but never saw any of his relatives. My mother was a refugee in war-torn Korea.
I was brought up largely by my grandfather because my father only returned from a prisoner-of-war camp in 1947 and worked in the nearest small town, so I hardly ever saw him.
My mother is a special story. She went through so much to bring us up, four men at home, especially when our country was going through really difficult times.
My mother went into the Peace Corps when she was sixty-eight.
Mum told me stories about her time in the Women's Royal Navy, and about her dad, who had died before I was born - he'd been sent to Australia as a child, then joined the Australian Army in the First World War and fought at Gallipoli.