Her shoes were from a second hand store as was her faded orange dress that was missing a couple of buttons. She was so happy entering the first grade at Mark Twain school in Corcoran, California. When she walked into Miss Martin's class she noticed that most of the little girls were dressed in cute dresses with petticoats and matching socks with ruffles and cute oxford black and white shoes. Immediately a feeling that she could not describe came over her. She walked to the back of the room and sat down on an empty school desk. The teacher went over to her and told her to sit up in the front of the room with the rest of the children on the rug. So she did. Some of the little girls glared at her and one even made a silly face at her. She didn't do anything to them mean and so she wondered why were they acting like that with her. She just didn't fit in. Flash into the future and into 1975. A mother now of three beautiful children. There was no way in hell that she would allow her children to be singled out and belittled because of their school attire.
2014: Memories of long ago. I am glad I took good care of my children and grandchildren. I love them with all my heart. God comes first in my life.
My children and grandchildren have heard this story about my life. They know the truth.
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