Hi. My name is Ann. I live across the road. 

I am the youngest child. I never knew my mother as she died in childbirth. I was raised by my aunt. The heartache I felt not knowing my mother throughout my entire life left an emotional hole I never knew how to fill. 

My aunt was loving and kind. She never thought of me as anyone other than her child. But there was always a hole in my heart where my mother’s love was meant to be. 

My father loved my mother dearly. He was never the same, according to my siblings, after my mother died. He too had a broken heart.

Thank you for listening to my story.

Thank you for sharing my story as you wish.