LOST FAMILY MEMBERS....
My mother and I have many conversations. I remember as a little girl she would sometimes wake me and allow me to come into the living room to watch a movie with her. There were other times, she and I would go the movies on a Saturday. We watch Planet of the Apes and Night of the Living Dead together.....
We also had many conversations, one that still haunts me is the story of her past. My mother doesn't know anybody in her family!! Her mother and father came here from Puerto Rico in the early 1930s. Somehow, the mother was left ( my grandmother), and she gave birth to my mother.
My grandmother was found pregnant, homeless, sick and alone...she was taken to a hospital where she gave birth to my mother and died in child birth. My mother spent the first 4 years of her life raised by white hispanics. At that time, white people raising a black child was unacceptable. My mother was removed from the home and placed in foster care. She met my father when she was 16 years old and at 18 years, they were married and had 6 children.
My mother often wondered about her family and I vowed that I would attempt to find them.