Katya’s story is heart wrenching and it is heartwarming to see her smile today evidencing her healing. There are these children’s stories everywhere, even in my life. At age four, due to my mother’s illness and no child care available, I was brought to an orphanage in Chicago. The nuns told my parents it would be better not to tell me what was about to occur. Pretend a normal outing and then just bring me. I can remember what my parents were wearing that day, the room and hallway, the tall windows to the left-the light pouring through, the smells of the building and the dust mites floating in the light, and especially the habited nun holding me back, small me screaming and squirming to get away, pleading to my parents backs as they walked the long hallway-away- and then they were just gone. The nun kept insisting, all the while, that a banana she was offering would make me feel better. I refused. Weeks later my parents returned, but too late to avoid the abandonment issues so early instilled. I’m seventy six years old, and to this day I have not eaten a banana. I cannot see a banana and not flash back to that day! Safeway to me is a nightmare. My best wishes and congratulations to Katya on her book.
Thanks, Bob!
You're most welcome, Katya!
Katya’s story is heart wrenching and it is heartwarming to see her smile today evidencing her healing. There are these children’s stories everywhere, even in my life. At age four, due to my mother’s illness and no child care available, I was brought to an orphanage in Chicago. The nuns told my parents it would be better not to tell me what was about to occur. Pretend a normal outing and then just bring me. I can remember what my parents were wearing that day, the room and hallway, the tall windows to the left-the light pouring through, the smells of the building and the dust mites floating in the light, and especially the habited nun holding me back, small me screaming and squirming to get away, pleading to my parents backs as they walked the long hallway-away- and then they were just gone. The nun kept insisting, all the while, that a banana she was offering would make me feel better. I refused. Weeks later my parents returned, but too late to avoid the abandonment issues so early instilled. I’m seventy six years old, and to this day I have not eaten a banana. I cannot see a banana and not flash back to that day! Safeway to me is a nightmare. My best wishes and congratulations to Katya on her book.
Oh, wow, Maureen, that is a wrenching story. Sending good energy your way.
What an important story. Thanks for your great review, Bob!
What an important story. Thanks for your great review, Bob!