“Bits ‘n Pieces of Me: Memoirs to retain identity in the face of growing dementia” — unpublished page 14:

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Julie and I were fighting over who must clean the bedroom
when Mom said she needed to talk to me.
Tears sparkled on her face as she took me into the kitchen.

She looked into my eyes and said;
“You know that Julie is not REALLY your sister, right?”
I nodded.
“She calls me ‘Mommy’,
but you know that she has her ‘Real Mom’ too.
Her Daddy wants her back now.
She’s going to have a new ‘Mom’, and a new family.”

It was too much to understand; I was totally confused.

“During July
Julie lives at the house of her ‘Real Mom’ in Seattle, right?”

I was beginning to understand; my tummy hurt.

“Now it’ll be like that all year. I wanted you to know.”

I walked back into the bedroom.
I don’t know whether we argued any more,
because the next four years are completely and totally
… blank.

(Written 1989 regarding Summer of 1964)
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