I don’t know if I have to courage to write it all down. It is a painful past and the scars are still there.

By the Grace of God, I survived as well as did my eldest sister though it went tougher for her being a girl.

My mom is gone now and may God rest her soul in peace. I might upset her in her grave if I were to write it all down.

It’s always a pleasure to see you here in my blog , Your reunion story with your mother seems to be interesing, hopefully we will get to read it on your blog soon , what say?

I was separated from my mother when I was an infant. It was not till I was 12 years old that I met her in person for the first time.

It’s a long story and not even this Comment box would carry all that I could relate.