Thursday May 19th 2005
Today is her birthday. If you know who she is, then give her a kiss from me. She will be twenty-three. It is also the day of my great uncle George's funeral. He is a direct blood relative, and he suffered from dyslexia before there was a word for the way the words swam on the page for him. Nevertheless, he was a bright man, and a very kind man. He never had any children, but genetically, his big heart and problems with reading could be passed down and my daughter might like to know this stuff.
I heard a story from someone who cared little for me or my daughter. It was years ago now, and I was pregnant with my third and last child. this person claimed she had been babysitting for my oldest child in her adoptive family. She wouldn't tell me anything else and when I expressed a desire for a photograph, she reacted as if I had asked for her to give me heroin mixed with crack cocaine.
She said that my daughter lived in Eastbourne in sussex. She said that her family were lovely. that was the point, I wanted to say. That was the whole point.