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Post date: 28-Sep-2015 05:04:12
I never knew my parents. I was put into the hands of the National Children's Home at a few days old and had a happy childhood as a member of that community. I've never thought that I missed out, but people often assume that they ought to be sorry for me. This is the story of a rather difficult period of my time, when my birth mother took it into her head to try to make contact with me.