The cure.
I cried often but there was no comfort no one held out a hand of comfort to me, i cried myself to sleep every night and dreaded going to School because i could never have any thing to take and was always left out of things. I was invited to childrens partys by parants who accepted that i could not invite there children to my house. Some people were very kind others disregarded me because i had nothing to give. I was ten when my stepmother for her own reasons took me to a Doc-i had lost a lot of weight and had a cough she thought i might have TB like a lot of her family. The Doc- told her there was nothing wrong with me love and affection would not cure.
